The House Of Lemons
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
81,608
Reviews:
298
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Getting....Head
Getting…..Head
By: SilentDeath
A.N. Hehehe….I am only going to say….(well, not sorry, because I cant be sorry) it will be very sick.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, nor do I make money. I just like finding sick situations and put them in it.
If your 555, then I’m 666
Slipknot, Heretic Song
Summary: Miroku and Sango ‘makeup’ after a very big fight.
Miroku shook his head at the mess laying around the living room floor. Surveying the damage with a critical eye, he figured fresh paint and a carpet cleaner would be needed. Thank God the sofa and chair is leather. The carpet was going to be hell alone to clean. Adding something like a sofa only made things worse.
With a sigh, he walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry. Pulling out the mop bucket, some rags, trash bags, broom, and dustpan, Miroku padded back to the living room to start cleaning up.
First came the walls. Grabbing the Clorox Cleanup, he dumped the rag into the hot water and started wiping them down. At some stubborn areas, he would spray the cleaner on it, let it soak, then wipe it clean. The task was long and tedious, but he knew Sango would be furious if he didn’t clean it well.
Hell, messiness was what started this fight in the first place. She always nagged him. “Clean this up now!” or “Stop looking at her ass!” Really, he wasn’t married to her yet. They were only living together!
Besides, it never hurt to look. It wasn’t like he was cheating on her.
Miroku spotted his prize sword laying, dirtied, on the ground. He walked over and scooped it up. ‘Man,’ he thought, “I’m gong to need fresh water to clean this.’ He lifted the toilet seat up in the bathroom, drained the nasty water down it, then filled the empty bucket back up with fresh hot water out of the tub.
He added more bleach cleaner to the steaming water and started cleaning the sword. Miroku was thankful the hilt was made out of Ivory. It wouldn’t discolor from being dunked in bleach water for a good scrubbing. After finishing it up, he slid it back into it’s sheath and hung it back on the wall. Now, it is time for the sofa and chair. He wiped the cream colored leather off and made sure it left no evidence of any kind behind.
After finishing that task, he tiredly sat down in the overstuffed chair for a much needed break. Miroku felt bad about the fight. Maybe he shouldn’t of over reacted like that. Throwing and swinging things like that didn’t solve anything. In fact, the situation got down right bad. What is he supposed to do now? If only he hadn’t lost his self control…..
“Well, what’s done is done,” he shrugged, talking to himself.
Now on to the floor. Miroku threw away the rags he used for cleaning the walls, sofa, and chair. No point in keeping them now. The stains would never wash out. Tying that bag up, he opened a new trash bag and started tossing broken things into it. Glass, papers, and other broken objects, as well. He finished filling it and tired it up too.
“Lets see,” Miroku wondered, “what else did I forget…”
He scanned the room and then smacked his forehead, “Duh!”
Thinking he would defiantly need two trash bags for this, Miroku gazed sadly down at the broken object he loved so much. The very top of it was missing, but he will find that later. Right now, he needed to stuff this, somehow, in the trash bags.
Lifting the lover half, Miroku slid the plastic over it, lovingly caressing the outline, dips, and curves with his cleaner dried fingers. ‘Such a shame,’ he sighed. Moving to the other end, he lifted that up and slide another bag over it. Pulling the two ends together, Miroku figured he needed duct tape to keep it covered. He went back to the pantry and pulled the dark silver tape out. He retraced his steps back to the living room and started wrapping the tape around it. With a hard tug, he ripped the tape and then threw the rest of the roll away.
“There!” He observed his handy work, satisfied with the outcome.
Miroku surveyed the room, happy to know most of his work was finished. All he needed to do is go out and rent a carpet cleaner, some paint, and more bleach. Feeling eyes upon him, he turned to find Sango staring at him.
“Well, is everything to your liking, my dear Sango?” Miroku asked, waving his hands around him as if trying to showcase his work.
After silence, he wearily sighed, “Fine, continue with the silent treatment.”
Miroku closed the distance between them and reached down, cupping her cheeks. His work heated body made him warmer, making her face feel much cooler. He pulled her closer to his face, brushing her lips to his. “I love you, Sango. No other woman will ever be able to take your place.”
He sealed his words with a dance older than time itself. His tongue ran across her lips, finding his way into her mouth. He pressed harder, putting much more passion in the fevered kiss. A deep moan left his throat showing his pleasure in such an act.
Still keeping their lips locked, he brought her over to the clean couch and seated them. He pulled away and placed open mouth kisses on her chin. Miroku laid her down on the sofa and looked deep into her chocolate orbs. “Lest make-up, my love. What do you say to that?”
Miroku ran his digits through her deep chestnut tresses, enjoying the way they felt. So soft and fine. He pulled his hands away and unbuttoned his shirt. Feeling his erect cock straining to get out, he undid his jeans and freed himself. “Can I feel your sweet mouth on my dick?” he asked while stroking his pleasure pained erection.
Gently reaching over, he wound his fingers into her silky strands again, guiding her to his lips one more time. He then allowed her to slid down his heaving, taunt chest. She left wetness in her wake, causing goose bumps to rise in his flawless flesh. It felt so good…so nice.
When Sango’s cheek brushed against his shaft, Miroku’s breath hitched. He helped guide her mouth to the tip of his engorged cock and passed a shuttered sigh, loving the feel of her wet lips caressing his sensitive head.
“Oh, God Sango…,” he whimpered.
Hand tightening in her hair, he lowered her head down his thick staff. She took him to the hilt. He let his head fall back and groaned at the sensation. He could feel her throat open up, giving him room to fit farther back.
“You could always give head like a pro, baby.” Miroku praised. He helped her move her mouth slowly over his pulsing dick, setting a good starting pace.
Sango’s skilled tongue molded to him and slid along the underside, following the deep purple vain resting there. Every time her head lowered, the tip of her dainty nose would tickle the curly dark hairs surrounding his cock. It felt fantastic and Miroku loved every second of it.
Because of her ability to deep throat, he could feel himself drawing closer to the blissful completion he so desperately desired. “Please, Sango, faster….”
With Miroku’s help, she quickened her pace. Soon, both of his hands gripped her head, forcing her to keep the pace he needed to reach nirvana. Sango didn’t mind. She let him do as he pleased with her moist, stretched mouth.
Using forceful thrusts, Miroku finally reached his building orgasm. “Oh, YES! Take my cum, my love!” He cried out between clenched teeth. Streams of thick cum shot out with each pump of his quick beating heart. Her could feel his hot milky seed fill her cooler mouth.
It felt like heaven.
Miroku pulled her head off of his now deflating dick. Taking one hand, he closed her eyes. He is defiantly going to miss this part of sex with her. With one last kiss on her pale lips, he hefted Sango’s head up and slipped it into a trash bag. He tied the ends together, then placed it by her plastic and tape wrapped body.
“Now I need a shower.” Miroku told Sango’s remains.
Feeling satisfied, he strutted to the bathroom to clean the drying blood off of his face, chest, and cock. After that, Miroku figured he would need to burn his clothes. Such a shame, really. The shirt he is wearing was one of his favorites.
While hot water cleaned the bloody mess off of his chiseled body, he idly wondered were a good place would be for dumping his decapitated girlfriend. ‘Perhaps a river…or I could place her out in the woods…,’ O’well, he would figure it out later.
A.N. I know, I did it again. I really do love Miroku. It is just every time I see him, he reminds me of a possible serial killer. Don’t hate me too much. I do hope you got a good laugh out of this. If not, then you got grossed out. I just couldn’t help myself. This one-shot has been running around in my head for a good few weeks. Remember! Review! Happy New Year!
Rin: Happy New Year! I hope you liked it.
Your morbid hentai, Silent Death
By: SilentDeath
A.N. Hehehe….I am only going to say….(well, not sorry, because I cant be sorry) it will be very sick.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, nor do I make money. I just like finding sick situations and put them in it.
If your 555, then I’m 666
Slipknot, Heretic Song
Summary: Miroku and Sango ‘makeup’ after a very big fight.
Miroku shook his head at the mess laying around the living room floor. Surveying the damage with a critical eye, he figured fresh paint and a carpet cleaner would be needed. Thank God the sofa and chair is leather. The carpet was going to be hell alone to clean. Adding something like a sofa only made things worse.
With a sigh, he walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry. Pulling out the mop bucket, some rags, trash bags, broom, and dustpan, Miroku padded back to the living room to start cleaning up.
First came the walls. Grabbing the Clorox Cleanup, he dumped the rag into the hot water and started wiping them down. At some stubborn areas, he would spray the cleaner on it, let it soak, then wipe it clean. The task was long and tedious, but he knew Sango would be furious if he didn’t clean it well.
Hell, messiness was what started this fight in the first place. She always nagged him. “Clean this up now!” or “Stop looking at her ass!” Really, he wasn’t married to her yet. They were only living together!
Besides, it never hurt to look. It wasn’t like he was cheating on her.
Miroku spotted his prize sword laying, dirtied, on the ground. He walked over and scooped it up. ‘Man,’ he thought, “I’m gong to need fresh water to clean this.’ He lifted the toilet seat up in the bathroom, drained the nasty water down it, then filled the empty bucket back up with fresh hot water out of the tub.
He added more bleach cleaner to the steaming water and started cleaning the sword. Miroku was thankful the hilt was made out of Ivory. It wouldn’t discolor from being dunked in bleach water for a good scrubbing. After finishing it up, he slid it back into it’s sheath and hung it back on the wall. Now, it is time for the sofa and chair. He wiped the cream colored leather off and made sure it left no evidence of any kind behind.
After finishing that task, he tiredly sat down in the overstuffed chair for a much needed break. Miroku felt bad about the fight. Maybe he shouldn’t of over reacted like that. Throwing and swinging things like that didn’t solve anything. In fact, the situation got down right bad. What is he supposed to do now? If only he hadn’t lost his self control…..
“Well, what’s done is done,” he shrugged, talking to himself.
Now on to the floor. Miroku threw away the rags he used for cleaning the walls, sofa, and chair. No point in keeping them now. The stains would never wash out. Tying that bag up, he opened a new trash bag and started tossing broken things into it. Glass, papers, and other broken objects, as well. He finished filling it and tired it up too.
“Lets see,” Miroku wondered, “what else did I forget…”
He scanned the room and then smacked his forehead, “Duh!”
Thinking he would defiantly need two trash bags for this, Miroku gazed sadly down at the broken object he loved so much. The very top of it was missing, but he will find that later. Right now, he needed to stuff this, somehow, in the trash bags.
Lifting the lover half, Miroku slid the plastic over it, lovingly caressing the outline, dips, and curves with his cleaner dried fingers. ‘Such a shame,’ he sighed. Moving to the other end, he lifted that up and slide another bag over it. Pulling the two ends together, Miroku figured he needed duct tape to keep it covered. He went back to the pantry and pulled the dark silver tape out. He retraced his steps back to the living room and started wrapping the tape around it. With a hard tug, he ripped the tape and then threw the rest of the roll away.
“There!” He observed his handy work, satisfied with the outcome.
Miroku surveyed the room, happy to know most of his work was finished. All he needed to do is go out and rent a carpet cleaner, some paint, and more bleach. Feeling eyes upon him, he turned to find Sango staring at him.
“Well, is everything to your liking, my dear Sango?” Miroku asked, waving his hands around him as if trying to showcase his work.
After silence, he wearily sighed, “Fine, continue with the silent treatment.”
Miroku closed the distance between them and reached down, cupping her cheeks. His work heated body made him warmer, making her face feel much cooler. He pulled her closer to his face, brushing her lips to his. “I love you, Sango. No other woman will ever be able to take your place.”
He sealed his words with a dance older than time itself. His tongue ran across her lips, finding his way into her mouth. He pressed harder, putting much more passion in the fevered kiss. A deep moan left his throat showing his pleasure in such an act.
Still keeping their lips locked, he brought her over to the clean couch and seated them. He pulled away and placed open mouth kisses on her chin. Miroku laid her down on the sofa and looked deep into her chocolate orbs. “Lest make-up, my love. What do you say to that?”
Miroku ran his digits through her deep chestnut tresses, enjoying the way they felt. So soft and fine. He pulled his hands away and unbuttoned his shirt. Feeling his erect cock straining to get out, he undid his jeans and freed himself. “Can I feel your sweet mouth on my dick?” he asked while stroking his pleasure pained erection.
Gently reaching over, he wound his fingers into her silky strands again, guiding her to his lips one more time. He then allowed her to slid down his heaving, taunt chest. She left wetness in her wake, causing goose bumps to rise in his flawless flesh. It felt so good…so nice.
When Sango’s cheek brushed against his shaft, Miroku’s breath hitched. He helped guide her mouth to the tip of his engorged cock and passed a shuttered sigh, loving the feel of her wet lips caressing his sensitive head.
“Oh, God Sango…,” he whimpered.
Hand tightening in her hair, he lowered her head down his thick staff. She took him to the hilt. He let his head fall back and groaned at the sensation. He could feel her throat open up, giving him room to fit farther back.
“You could always give head like a pro, baby.” Miroku praised. He helped her move her mouth slowly over his pulsing dick, setting a good starting pace.
Sango’s skilled tongue molded to him and slid along the underside, following the deep purple vain resting there. Every time her head lowered, the tip of her dainty nose would tickle the curly dark hairs surrounding his cock. It felt fantastic and Miroku loved every second of it.
Because of her ability to deep throat, he could feel himself drawing closer to the blissful completion he so desperately desired. “Please, Sango, faster….”
With Miroku’s help, she quickened her pace. Soon, both of his hands gripped her head, forcing her to keep the pace he needed to reach nirvana. Sango didn’t mind. She let him do as he pleased with her moist, stretched mouth.
Using forceful thrusts, Miroku finally reached his building orgasm. “Oh, YES! Take my cum, my love!” He cried out between clenched teeth. Streams of thick cum shot out with each pump of his quick beating heart. Her could feel his hot milky seed fill her cooler mouth.
It felt like heaven.
Miroku pulled her head off of his now deflating dick. Taking one hand, he closed her eyes. He is defiantly going to miss this part of sex with her. With one last kiss on her pale lips, he hefted Sango’s head up and slipped it into a trash bag. He tied the ends together, then placed it by her plastic and tape wrapped body.
“Now I need a shower.” Miroku told Sango’s remains.
Feeling satisfied, he strutted to the bathroom to clean the drying blood off of his face, chest, and cock. After that, Miroku figured he would need to burn his clothes. Such a shame, really. The shirt he is wearing was one of his favorites.
While hot water cleaned the bloody mess off of his chiseled body, he idly wondered were a good place would be for dumping his decapitated girlfriend. ‘Perhaps a river…or I could place her out in the woods…,’ O’well, he would figure it out later.
A.N. I know, I did it again. I really do love Miroku. It is just every time I see him, he reminds me of a possible serial killer. Don’t hate me too much. I do hope you got a good laugh out of this. If not, then you got grossed out. I just couldn’t help myself. This one-shot has been running around in my head for a good few weeks. Remember! Review! Happy New Year!
Rin: Happy New Year! I hope you liked it.
Your morbid hentai, Silent Death