Death or Little Death, that is the Question

A/N LAST CHAPTER, aside from the epilogue. Thank you everyone so, so much for the reviews! Like I said, it really made this sucker an actual story on top of the lemon content. Considering that this was my first yaoi, I really needed that encouragement to help me keep going! As my free time will be severely curtail after New Year’s, I’m putting this out now so ya’ll won’t have to wait for it. Maybe someday I’ll come back and re-edit the whole thing, but for now, it’ll have to stand as is.

Anyway, ahem, massive LEMON WARNING. Almost 6,000 words, and it’s all lemon, baby. Woo hoo! Damn, these suckers are hard to write. Lots of long, hard, penetrating thought goin’ into these. (okay, so that’s a cheesy line..it’s 4 in the morning, what do you expect!) And hell, you ever tried to edit one of these without getting all hot and bothered? It’s impossible! Jeesh.

Let’s see, how am I supposed to label these? Warning, the following chapter will contain various amounts of: masturbation, oral, anal, voyeurism, male domination, male on male, male on male on male, and dangerously sexy silver hair…I think that’s all. Hey, if it’s gonna end the story, it’s gotta be worth it, doesn’t it? Consider it a New Year’s present, eh?

And please, if you like it, let me know! Makes my little soul do the happy dance and all that.

Ch 11 – Best Fucking Orgasm Ever


Sesshoumaru reached down and pulled Miroku up to his knees, wrapping his hand around the back of the monk’s head, tangling his clawed fingers in his hair. Skin flaming, Miroku could just imagine what it looked like to Inuyasha. A dark haired man trapped on his knees, in serious danger of being completely dominated by the larger male in front of him. It made him squirm even as he looked into Sesshoumaru’s face, almost mesmerized.

He is so damn beautiful.

Sesshoumaru brought his head down to Miroku’s and the monk flinched nervously. So far, Sesshoumaru was always good, but he wasn’t always gentle. Smiling ferally for a moment as he closed in, Sesshoumaru pressed his mouth hard against the monk’s, mashing his lips against his teeth briefly until Miroku opened for him. His tongue penetrated the monk’s mouth, plunging in so deeply that for a moment Miroku had trouble breathing. His hands went up, clutching at Sesshoumaru’s hair as he struggled for air before the taiyoukai pulled his tongue back only to thrust it in again as soon as Miroku filled his lungs.

By the Holy Buddha, he’s damn well fucking my mouth with just his tongue! He felt himself growing aroused at Sesshoumaru’s continued assault on his mouth.

The taiyoukai’s claws scraped slightly against his scalp as he attacked Miroku’s lips, his arm pulling against the slender man’s body, drawing him in close. Feeling small, Miroku arched against the huge Taiyoukai. The heat from Sesshoumaru’s skin rasped against his chest, a large, hard length pressed against his stomach. His nipples grew to little points as his own gasping breaths drew them across taut muscles. Miroku could feel Sesshoumaru sliding slickly into him and put up no resistance as every ounce of taste was plundered from his mouth. The flavors of rum and sex replaced whatever pale remnant had occupied his mouth before, and he moaned. His dick grew hard, rubbing and rasping against sleek, muscular skin, and he started to move his hips, jerking himself against the body looming over him.

Sesshoumaru’s mouth shifted, nipping at Miroku’s bottom lip before drawing away. He pulled Miroku’s head back, baring his neck, and the monk was forced to look up, his head almost painfully stretched backwards. Unable to see anything but the heavens above him, Miroku waited, hopeful and impatient, for Sesshoumaru’s next kiss or caress. Nothing happened. He could hear Inuyasha’s heavy, aroused breathing behind him, rhythmic and slow. He could feel the slight sting against his scalp as his hair was held tightly in one large fist. Heat pushed out towards his skin to remind him that Sesshoumaru was still there, large and close and so very, very intimidatingly male.

Miroku’s hips stopped moving. He pulled impatiently at the silky hair within his hands, feeling flushed, color blooming as his nerves grew tight in anticipation. What was he waiting for? Was he thinking of what to do? Was he running his eyes across Miroku’s skin as he knelt before him? Was he meeting Inuyasha’s gaze as they decided what new sensation would be visited upon his oh so very willing flesh? Was he going to simply throw him down and fuck him until he came? He grew harder as he wondered.

“Sesshoumaru, wh-what are you doing?” he asked, his voice a thread of sound as he whispered into the sky.

“If I told you, the enjoyment would be…lessened.” Sesshoumaru said softly, his breath hot against Miroku’s throat. Quivering, unsure if he was excited or frightened, Miroku gasped as Sesshoumaru sucked suddenly at the base of his throat, his fangs scratching the skin that he held tightly in his mouth. Releasing the captured, reddened skin, he moved his lips and drew in again, leaving the flesh stinging and hot as he released it. Miroku whined softly as Sesshoumaru’s mouth began to make a broken line of the burning near-bites down onto his chest, marring the pale skin with a trail of rosy bruises. As the tall male’s mouth hovered over Miroku’s nipples, the monk felt the warmth of his breath and his hands yanked, frightened, on silver hair. The thought of pointed fangs and harsh suction covering the sensitive dark circles made his pulse race and his scent spike with nerves. Ignoring the fingers gripping him, Sesshoumaru drew away and his hand tightened in Miroku’s hair.

“Put your hands down, monk.” He ordered. Miroku’s hands tightened momentarily and then he slowly let his arms fall, resting his clenched fists along his thighs. “You will not touch me unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Wha-?” Miroku’s mind tried to process the deep murmur below his vision.

“Do you understand, ningen?” Sesshoumaru moved, quick and elegant, as he bent his body forward. His teeth pressed in along the monk’s rounded chest, stinging but not breaking the skin. Miroku cried out sharply, his body tensing with sharp pleasure at the slight pain..

“Hey, don’t fucking hurt him, jackass! Human skin ain’t as tough as youkai!” Inuyasha called out hoarsely from behind Miroku, and Sesshoumaru growled softly against Miroku’s skin before pulling away.

“This Sesshoumaru is not unduly harming your male. Nothing permanent will be harmed.” He purred, and Miroku felt a small surge of fear, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable as Sesshoumaru’s head sunk below his limited sight again.

Nothing permanent? Just what exactly did that mean? How much pain did that disqualify?

His breath came in small pants as nothing happened, the pale, taloned hand merely keeping him up on his knees as he looked skyward.

“Monk, “ the quiet, pure voice slid against the muscles of his chest like a vibration that was running straight down his throat and pouring like molten steel into his stomach. “Do you know what this Sesshoumaru is going to do to you?”

“N-no.” Miroku’s voice was heavy with need.

“Whatever…” he nipped at Miroku’s nipple, flicking it with his tongue.

“…I… “ Fangs scraped down his chest and across his stomach.

“…Wish.” He sucked at the pale, soft skin of Miroku’s flattened belly, and Miroku moaned slightly, hips twitching forward as he tried to press back against the scorching heat in front of him. A small growl stopped him.

“Do not move, monk.” He whispered harshly. “You will remain kneeling, for my pleasure, until I give you permission to move.” Miroku couldn’t bring himself to answer.

For his pleasure? Oh Gods, that sounded so… so…

“You will obey me in this!” Miroku jumped at the harsh demand.

“Y-yes.”

Did I just say that?

His skin went crimson with embarrassment and need. His member standing fully upright, hard and aching, he was scalded at the realization that he was about to let the taiyoukai do whatever he fucking wanted with him.

“Son of a Bitch, Sesshoumaru, you’re killing me over here.” Inuyasha groaned, panting.

As Sesshoumaru’s hand slowly withdrew from Miroku’s hair, he started to turn his head to find Inuyasha, almost desperate to see what his lover was doing as he watched. Was he pleasuring himself as he watched? Was he growing hard at what he saw?

“Eyes up!” Sesshoumaru barked, and Miroku froze. “Good. Very good, ningen.”

His approving voice vibrated through Miroku’s skin and seemed to travel down to settle into his groin. Miroku’s hands opened and closed unconsciously as something slippery and hot traced the lines of his stomach’s muscles. His muscles tightened, anticipating, as Sesshoumaru’s tongue continued to stroke across his stomach. Each wet path cooled as the taiyoukai moved past it, the steamy air blowing gently over the moisture on his skin until he was writhing at the contrasting temperatures, hot and cold, wet moisture and drying breeze. He could feel Sesshoumaru edging closer to his achingly hard member with each lave of the tongue. A hand seared the soft tissues of his sac, the skin rubbed and pulled in the man’s fingers.

“Nnnnnn.” Miroku moaned and arched his body towards the sensation, jerking as one careful finger ran up from his sac to the tip of his staff. He was suddenly grasped firmly, one thumb carefully rubbing back and forth over the slit, and he twitched and moaned again at the heat spreading through him, burning a path over his body as Sesshoumaru toyed with him. His hands constantly moved as though trying to embrace Sesshoumaru, only to fall back to his thighs as he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He wanted to touch him so badly, but …he wasn’t supposed to move. He remembered, barely, as his brain focused on the pleasure sweeping over him. He wasn’t supposed to move.

Inuyasha chuckled from behind him, his voice piercing through the erotic fog.

“Damn, I never knew you were so obedient, Miroku. It’s giving me ideas.”

Miroku reddened. Oh Gods, he’d forgotten he was there! Inuyasha was there and he was watching and he could see what Miroku was letting Sesshoumaru do and that was…frightening and arousing and terrifying. What would he do to him later, now that he knew Miroku would follow orders as long as there was something sexual attached to it? What was he going to be in for later?

He could feel his blush growing deeper as he held still in spite of his fear. If he moved, Sesshoumaru might stop, and he desperately didn’t want him to stop what his amazing hand was doing to him. Warm air blew across the tip of him and he gasped, his hips pushing forward involuntarily, and Sesshoumaru kissed his member gently as his hand retreated.

“Ignore the half-breed; he knows nothing.”

“Hey!”

“You know what you must do.” Sesshoumaru murmured. “Obey me. Remain as you are, offering yourself to me.” Miroku cried out softly as Sesshoumaru sucked on the head of him, brief and fierce. He shook as he tried to stay on his knees in spite of his muscles urge to press him up against the large man.

“That’s right. Moan for me, little monk. Scream for me. Feel me.” He took Miroku completely into his mouth, sliding his length along his throat and tongue until Miroku was completely enveloped in blistering heat. Suckling as he withdrew, Sesshoumaru growled as he swallowed him again, vibrating against Miroku’s hardness. Shaking with need, Miroku cried out more loudly, ending on a pleading whimper

His hands clenched in fists at his sides as he tried desperately not to grab hold of silvery hair or strong, pale flesh as the powerful male drew him in over and over again. One large hand reached around behind the monk and gripped his bottom tightly, his claws digging making indentations in the firm flesh as they pulled him closer. Miroku moaned, high and loud, as he was pressed against Sesshoumaru’s lips, his hips pulsing even as he tried to stay still. He really, really did, but he couldn’t stop himself from moving against the fire surrounding him. It was so tight and wet and just another few moments and he could…

Sesshoumaru released his dick from his mouth, drawing a tragic whimper from Miroku.

“Do you like what this Sesshoumaru is doing?” he asked, tilting his head to the side to run his tongue along the crease where Miroku’s thigh met his body.

“Oh Gods yes.”

Yes Yes Yes Yes!

“You wish for more?” Another slow caress of his tongue and Miroku’s bottom tightened, trying to drive him forward.

“Yes! Please, yes!”

YES YES YES YES YES!!!

“What would you do for more? What would you do to feel me against your skin?” His tongue flickered over his Miroku’s sac.

“What would you do to feel me surrounding you?” He licked up from the base of Miroku’s throbbing staff to tickle the end once more with his tongue. He rose slightly and kissed up Miroku’s clenched jaw to whisper in his ear.

“What would you do to feel me inside you?”

“Aaaaaaah!” Miroku convulsed as Sesshoumaru inserted his finger unexpectedly, slick and hot and long. He pushed forward frantically, looking for something, anything, to push against. Chuckling slightly, Sesshoumaru leaned down and took Miroku’s dick back into his mouth. As the finger started to penetrate deeply, Sesshoumaru continued to caress him with his lips and tongue and Miroku’s muscles shook. Sesshoumaru’s tongue ran over and around him, soft and slick and the sensation made him grow harder and harder, his hips moving back and forth as he tried to thrust and draw sesshoumaru’s hand into himself even deeper at the same time.

Then all movement stopped. Miroku’s body quivered and pulsed, waiting for the slick tongue, clenching around the digit inside him, trying to keep going. He cried out, craving the movement and the hot, wet feel of Sesshoumaru’s mouth moving over him, surrounding him as he thrust into him.

“Ah, p-please!!!” Not again! He couldn’t stop him cumming again!

“What would you do?” Sesshoumaru asked again, his mouth leaving Miroku panting with a pained whimper that built as the finger inside of him started to move again, the pad of the taiyoukai’s finger feeling along the inside of his body’s own heat as he tried to figure out its rhythm so he could move with it.

“A-anything! P-please!” If only he’d just keep going!

Sesshoumaru withdrew his finger and Miroku felt like crying. He’d been so close!

“Why?” he wailed. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just please!” A hand wrapped around him again and he shuddered.

“You are not being punished, ningen, do not worry. We simply need to …move.” He chuckled again as Miroku took that as an order and began to thrust against his hand. Releasing the frantic monk, he placed his hand gently on the man’s hip. “Turn around and kneel facing away from me.”

Miroku scrambled clumsily to do as he was asked. Dear Gods, he wanted to finish!

He froze as he found himself looking at Inuyasha who was watching him with darkened eyes, pleasuring himself with his hand with slow, heavy strokes as he looked over Miroku’s body.

“Inuyasha…”

“You will watch him.” Sesshoumaru ordered from behind his shoulder. “You will keep your eyes on him as I take you, as you cry out and writhe and come. You will watch him and see how much your pleasure affects him, little monk.”

Miroku didn’t get a chance to nod before he felt Sesshoumaru behind him.

“Get on your knees.” He ordered, and Miroku surged upwards.

“Lean against me.” Miroku leaned back, feeling the hard, very large length of the youkai pressing against his back, while Inuyasha’s eyes seared his face.

Miroku’s eyes widened as he felt himself suddenly lifted slightly as Sesshoumaru’s arm snaked around his waist and pulled him up against his body. The taiyoukai’s knees pushed in between his so that his bent legs were pressed open wide, no longer supporting his weight but hanging, limp and quivering, on the outside of Seshsoumaru’s.

He squirmed as Sesshoumaru’s hips pressed up, as his arm held him still, and he felt the taiyoukai press against his entrance, large and blunt and hot. He leaned forward to lick Miroku’s ear as he whispered to him. “I am going to impale you, little monk. I am going to let myself sink into you so deeply that you’ll never get me completely out. I am going to fuck you until you scream yourself hoarse, and You. Cannot. Stop. Me.” Sesshoumaru pressed deeper, starting to pull Miroku’s body down now as he forced himself into Miroku’s open, vulnerable body. Miroku started to whimper, panting hard as Sesshoumaru suckled on his earlobe.

Miroku whined and tried to move away as the thick length pressed into him, pushing past his tighter muscles as it slowly slid inside. Sesshoumaru merely clamped down tightly on his waist and held him still. Watching Inuyasha’s rather shocked and flushed face, Miroku gulped.

Sesshoumaru nibbled along the edge of his ear now, whispering wickedly in between love bites. “Do you know what he sees? You, open and vulnerable in front of him, helpless to keep me out, no matter how much you struggle. He sees me taking you, Monk. Opening up your hot, aroused little body inch by inch until you’re so stretched and full that there is nothing else you can do but give yourself up to me.”

Miroku’s eyes started to glaze over, but he couldn’t pull them away from Inuyasha. The hanyou stared at him, licking his lips, holding himself tightly.

“Do you see what he does? Do you see how it affects him?” With each word, Miroku could feel Sesshoumaru pulsing deeper in his body, feel his entrance stretch until it ached, feel his insides clench at the heavy, invasive member that refused to do anything less than make him take it completely. He stared into Inuyasha’s eyes, hot and hard and positively glowing as he watched Sesshoumaru’s huge length slide into Miroku’s ass with aching slowness, while Miroku started gasping in fits and starts at the size and feel of him.

Miroku keened as he felt Sesshoumaru pull him down almost sharply. “It’s too deep! I can’t- Aaaaaah, please, it’s- “

“You will take me in, monk. All the way in.” To Miroku’s surprised relief, Sesshoumaru relaxed his hold on Miroku. The monk’s eyes opened wide, however, as he felt gravity forcing Sesshoumaru in the last crucial inches. His own muscles trying to pull Sesshoumaru inside of him even as he cried out, the exquisite pain exploded through his body as he desperately tried to breath, he moaned in high pitched waves, almost incoherent as Sesshoumaru pulsed against him.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah…pleeeeeease.”

Inuyasha groaned heavily as Miroku cried out, grasping himself in frantic hands, his hips jerking off the ground in time to his palms. Raping Miroku with his eyes, he was focusing on Miroku’s exposed body and the shaft that burned and felt so deep inside that Miroku couldn’t believe he wasn’t split apart. Sesshoumaru let him rest a moment, sheathed completely. Rocking his hips back and forth underneath Miroku, pressing against somewhere inside that had him whimpering, Sesshoumaru breathed harshly against his neck.

Gods, it was so huge and hot and it hurt and was the most amazing, incredible feeling and he wanted to cum so badly! And Inuyasha was watching! Watching as Sesshoumaru tightened his grip and lifted him up, as the taiyoukai pull him down firmly and he cried out, his hands clutching his own thighs desperately.

“You feel so goooood.” Sesshoumaru seduced his ears with his voice. “So small-“ thrust, “and tight-“ thrust, “and hot. I can feel your body embracing me, monk. Clutching at me, trying to keep me out even while you cry out and plead and beg for me to take you.” He thrust up hard, pulling so Miroku’s ass was pulled down against his groin, his bottom opening wide to accept Sesshoumaru’s taking.

“Holy shit, Miroku, your face...” Inuyasha panted, still touching himself and thrusting. “Watching him take you, while your face… You look so helpless, it makes me want to watch him take you hard.” He growled, and Sesshoumaru chuckled darkly.

“Shall I, then, little monk?” he asked, wet velvet rubbing against Miroku’s mind with the sound.

“Shall I give Inuyasha what he wants and take you hard” he licked Miroku’s ear, “and fast, “ he licked along the back of his neck, “and make you scream for us?” he murmured against his shoulder as he slowly slid out of him and plunged in.

“AAAAAAAH. Gods, yes! Please, “

Thrust.

“Please!”

Thrust.

“PLEEEEEEASE!” Sesshoumaru’s arm was gripping his waist, holding him still as he started to pound into him harshly, his hips slamming against his body, shoving into him with a pain that felt so good Miroku started crying out, then yelling, and finally screaming in time to Sesshoumaru’s increasingly frantic thrusts as his mind was encompassed in fire, lava pouring over him, surging out from where Sesshoumaru took complete possession of his body. Seshsoumaru curled his body to thrust harder, slamming Miroku’s body even more harshly against his own as he buried his face against the monk’s back.

Miroku could barely think when he heard Inuyasha crying out. The thought of his lover’s view, of seeing something hot and thick and hard plunging into him, pushed him even closer to the edge until finally, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the feel of something hot surging inside of him as Sesshoumaru came, made him cum spectacularly, hot pain blossoming along the back of his shoulder as he screamed his release into the air.

Sesshoumaru still pushed into him gently with small aftershocks, making him shiver each time his body felt him move, as he leaned back against him, sweaty and flushed.

Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods. That was fucking…

Inuyasha crawled over to them and knelt in front of him, taking his face in both hands as he kissed him, plunging his tongue in for one slow, deep inner caress.

“Damn, Miroku.” He took his mouth away and whispered. “Watching that was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.” Miroku twitched and then blushed as he realized he was still helplessly impaled on Sesshoumaru.

Inuyasha smiled at him. “I don’t think he wants to leave your body yet, monk. It’s so tight in there, who could blame him.” He leaned in to kiss him again and stopped, his nose twitching.

“Are- are you hurt, Miroku?” he asked suddenly, concerned.

“Eh? Gods, only in a good way.” Miroku said, still dazed, staring into his eyes.

“No, I’m serious, monk. I smell blood. Sesshoumaru, you didn’t claw him, did you?” he asked, worried.

“The human is fine.” Sesshoumaru said.

Eyes narrowed, Inuyasha put his arms on Miroku’s shoulders. “That wasn’t a ‘no,’ Asshole.”

“No, it was not.”

Leaning back, Inuyasha’s eyes ran down the front of Miroku and then pulled him forward slightly by the shoulders.

Miroku squeaked. “eee, he’s still in me! Careful!” Inuyasha glared at Sesshoumaru, who glared back, obviously refusing to relinquish his dick’s ‘happy place.’ Snorting irritably, Inuyasha leaned up on his knees to look over Miroku’s shoulders and examine his back where he’d been pulled away from the taiyoukai.

“Fuck, he’s bleeding, you bastard.” Inuyasha growled, and then Miroku could feel his muscles tense against his body. “Wait, wait, oh no you did not…. That cannot be… You- you.”

Inuyasha snarled viciously, his hands clamping tightly onto Miroku’s arms and the monk looked up at him, growing frightened. Inuyasha glared daggers at his brother.

“You BIT HIM!?? Sesshoumaru, you- you- ! He’s already mated, you fuck!”

“It is not beyond custom to have more than one partner, half-breed.” His voice was coldly sneering, but Miroku could feel the steel band around his waist grow diamond hard.

“You’re supposed to ask first before you’re allowed to mate him, you bastard!!”

“I did.”

“You asked for this one time, not forever! You only asked if we could share!”

“And now we will share.”

Inuyasha started to growl in one constant dark rumble as he spat invectives. “You lying, cheating, self-serving …that’s it. That’s the last straw. I swear, I’m killing you right here and now.”

“You may certainly try. I will enjoy having the houshi all to myself once you fail.”

“…smug, smarmy…” Growling, growling.

“I- I’ll just go get dressed now….” Miroku said from between their two bodies, squirming slightly as he tried to gain some sort of leverage to pull off of Sesshoumaru and edge out of harm’s way. Both sets of eyes swung down to him briefly before refocusing angrily on one another.

“You’re so fucking lucky I got some unfinished business here with Miroku first, bastard. We’ll talk about this later.” Inuyasha said acidly.

“I look forward to it.” Sesshoumaru responded, and they turned their attention back to the Miroku.

He swallowed, feeling their aggression humming against his skin as they both pressed in on him from either side. He’d already been fucked, hard. He wasn’t certain he wanted to have things that rough a second time in a row.

He stopped worrying about it as Sesshoumaru started licking against his upper back, the smooth touch soothing a small hot pain he hadn’t realized was even there until he felt the sting of it at Sesshoumaru’s touch. Inuyasha gripped his head tightly and started to kiss him. Miroku gasped as Sesshoumaru twitched, still inside him, and his muscles clenched around him, feeling inadequate and weak compared to the rapidly re-hardening giant occupying his body. Inuyasha’s tongue traced his lips, sliding back and forth softly before plunging inside. Feeling Seshsoumaru’s lips and tongue caressing his back while Inuaysha ravaged his mouth harshly, Miroku whimpered against his lips.

Miroku reached out to clasp his hands around Inuyasha’s shoulders, pulling against him. He felt Sesshoumaru slithering hotly inside him as he shifted, and suddenly Sesshoumaru’s arm tightened and he withdrew and thrust quickly.

“Do NOT forget I am here.” He said angrily, grunting in satisfaction as Miroku whined with the thrust that entered his still tender flesh. “Both of us make love to you now, monk, not merely my bastard brother.”

Inuyasha drew back, his hands sliding down to Miroku’s chest. “Fuck him.” he panted. “You wanna just think about me, you fucking go right ahead, Miroku.” Inuyasha ordered, rubbing Miroku’s nipples into hard buds as his mouth started kissing down Miroku’s neck.

“You will not!” Sesshoumaru ordered, thrusting into him again, hard and fast.

“Aaaah, I w-won’t! I just want you to- “ He felt himself growing hard and aroused.

“Gods, how do you do this to me so fast?” he whined softly, and both Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru chuckled against his skin.

“Hell, Miroku, that’s got nothing to do with us. You’re just sooooo sensitive.” Inuyasha said against his skin as he took Miroku’s nipple into his mouth and licked around it carefully.

“Gaaah, that feels so good. H-how do you DO that??” he squealed slightly as Sesshoumaru waited until Inuyasha pulled his mouth away with a wet suction before he thrust suddenly again, scraping his fangs agasint the back of Miroku’s neck as he started to push slowly, firmly, into Miroku, treating his body with a little more care now that Miroku had submitted to his presence.

Inuyasha looked at Miroku a moment, the monk’s hips starting to twitch upward every time Sesshoumaru slid carefully into him, and smiled.

He lowered his body and looked up at Miroku’s pink cheeks and dilated eyes, his hair wet and sweaty as it lay plastered against his forehead and along the nape of his neck. “Mmmmmm, this is gonna taste so good, monk.”

Miroku looked down in surprise, and then arched up again as Sesshoumaru thrust, inhaling sharply as Inuyasha’s mouth was there to meet the thrust of his own member. He could feel the hanyou’s mouth over him, tighter than his brothers, rougher as Inuyasha sucked on him hard. His hips arched, and he gasped as the end of the arch took him down and Sesshoumaru deeper into his body once more.

“Aaaaah, Inuyasha!” Inuyasha rolled Miroku around in his mouth, his tongue twisting and turning inside his mouth as he tickled Miroku’s slitted, blunt tip, tasting the slightly bitter liquid that remained from his previous orgasm. Sesshoumaru growled slightly, thrusting harder into Miroku’s body, going deep.

“Ieeeee, Sesshoumaru!”

Inuyasha looked up and met his brother’s challenging look. With a gleam in his eye, he sucked on Miroku’s member while he gripped the man’s sac tightly, pulling on it slightly. He pressed his tongue hard against Miroku’s tip, running it roughly across the sensitized flesh.

Miroku choked. “Inuyashaaaa!!”

Sesshoumaru glared and shifted Miroku within his grasp, leaning the monk slightly forward and he pulled out until the tip of him just pressed lightly against the monk. He pushed in and out carefully, just putting the large blunt head of himself inside, stretching Miroku carefully before withdrawing again, over and over, Miroku starting to keen as the rhythmic pulsing of his own muscles was controlled by Sesshoumaru’s small thrusts and withdrawals. When Mirokus was moaning non-stop, Sesshoumaru plunged in to the hilt, holding the monk’s hips down tight, and Miroku screamed out.

“Sesshoooouuummaaruuuu!”

Sesshoumaru smiled smugly down at Inuyasha and the hanyou rolled his eyes as he took his mouth away from Miroku. “Fine, so you made him scream. Don’t get cocky.” He looked down slightly where Sesshoumaru was still embedded deep within Miroku’s body. “Well, more cocky than you already are.” He snorted, and was amazed to see the taiyoukai’s chest vibrate slightly in what he would swear was a silent laugh.

“Here, he’s gotta lean over. I know he’s gonna fucking cum, but you two ain’t getting off again without me inside of something, got it?” Sesshoumaru looked at him blandly and then started to move his knees back so that Miroku’s knees rested on the ground again. Miroku’s hands fell forward to support himself and Inuyasha knelt in front of him, gently pulling his chin up to look at him.

“Hey, this seems familiar, don’t it?” he asked, smiling down at Miroku’s desperately aroused face. “You wanna help me out?” his voice was soft, and Miroku merely looked up at him before his eyes dropped and he saw Inuyasha, aroused and hard and huge in front of him. He gasped as Sesshoumaru’s hand moved to his press on his lower back, bracing the taiyoukai as he slid in and out in slow, patient strokes. Miroku nodded faintly to Inuyasha’s request and Inuyasha came in close, guiding the monk’s mouth over him as he grasped onto his dark hair with both hands.

The hanyou hissed as Miroku’s greedy mouth pulled him in, sucking on him avidly as Sesshoumaru moved quickly. The brothers pace increase, pale skin sliding wetly against Miroku’s body as they plunged into him, growing rosy with exertion. Miroku could feel Sesshoumaru’s pressure over his back increase as he thrust harder, hear his flesh slapping against his bottom as his body was urged forward in hard, rhythmic jerks . Inuyasha pushed deeply into his throat, hands deep in his hair as he slammed into him in time with his brother. Their combined movements rocked Miroku back and forth between him as he met first one thrust and then the other, feeling deep and dark and unbelievably good as they rode him between the both of them.

Inuyasha was starting to tense when Sesshoumaru growled. “Not yet! Wait…wait until he comes.” He ordered, and Inuyasha slowed his thrusts slightly, not bothering to answer but clinging desperately to Miroku as his thrusts went deeper, slower, pressing tightly into Miorku’s lips and throat. Sesshoumaru’s pace sped up, plunging into Miroku’s body as the monk felt his body quiver and shake and start to explode from the inside out.

“Now.” Sesshoumaru said, and suddenly they both pounded into him fiercely as he screamed against Inuyasha dick, feeling something hot and thick pour down his throat, feeling something hotter and thicker pour into his body from behind, screaming silently as he came and came and came and came...

Miroku opened his eyes, confused at seeing Inuyasha above him. Wha-? The hanyou was smiling at him fondly.

“You gotta stop doing that, Monk. It can’t be good for your health to pass out every time the big lummox and I take you together.” Miroku flushed red and nodded faintly, his body complaining loudly. He was sore and sated and exhausted in every minute muscle he owned. Inuyasha laughed and pushed damp hair off Miroku’s face.

“Although I have to say, the fact that we can scew you ‘til you pass out is fucking flattering as hell.” He admitted, kissing Miroku softly on the lips. Miroku looked around, frowning.

“Sesshoumaru?”

“Eh, he’s gone again.”

“Gone?” He was gone? Then what was all that…

Disgruntled and irritated, Inuyasha nodded and flopped onto his back, pulling Miroku with him until the monk’s head rested on his chest. Miroku listened to the strong heartbeat underneath him and felt himself start to drift.

“Yeah, but now I gotta worry about the next time he comes back. Just had to be a complete bastard and mark you, didn’t he? Fucker. First he wants the Tessaiga and now you…asshole always tries to take my things.”

Miroku smiled a little at that before frowning slightly. “I thought you were going to fight him for, um….”

“Marking you?”

Nodding tentatively, Miroku bit his lip.

Inuyasha sighed deeply. “Yeah, I fucking wanna rip him a new asshole, the sneaky bastard. But…maybe I’ll wait. Justa little bit. You’re just so damn hot when he’s doing you Miroku, I gotta see that at least one more time. Then I’ll kill him.”

Miroku blushed and fidgeted on top of Inuyasha, feeling the man’s hands move lower to press against his really-starting-to-ache-now ass. He felt the hanyou’s member grow slightly hard underneath him.

“Maybe I’ll watch him do you and give a little head, and then I’ll kill him.” Inuyasha muttered quietly.

Inuyasha grew harder and Miroku stifled a smile.

“Although… maybe we should have one more threesome, and I’ll watch him doing you and giving head, and then…”

Feeling Inuyasha completely aroused and erect underneath him, Miroku finally laughed softly.

“You’re an insatiable idiot.” He murmured against his chest, feeling drowsy and warm as Inuyasha’s voice thrummed through his body.

Love you, idiot. MIroku thought to himself, yawning, and let himself fall asleep on top of his lover.

Epilogue is the next chapter!!