UnBound Memories

A/N: szaugglaughs, thank you for your reviews. I had kind of floundered on this story, not sure anyone really like where I went with it once it became obvious no In/Sess action was going to happen. As for Miroku's reaction, it comes from Sesshomaru trying to put a reason for his desire to go on the dance floor, and Miroku's reasons are in this one, sort of. As for the blonde, there's something familiar about him, but he's actually OC. There have been encounters with two other InuYasha characters in this time, however. Also, I want you to know that I still absolutely love your story, Other Side of the Kazaana and hope you continue to update it as well.

LEMON WARNING

Chapter 19

Pushing them together

Miroku and Sesshomaru had walked back to the apartment in relative silence. Occasionally, the demon would look down at his human companion, seeing those violet eyes wide, silently apologizing. Sesshomaru wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask him why he had really gone off and danced with the strange American. Unfortunately, his inner youkai was screaming in anger that it had happened in the first place. He knew Miroku hadn’t enjoyed the kiss, knew that the man was loyal to him, but he had still gone and decided to be with the American on the dance floor. His youkai was raging at himself just as much for allowing it to happen. Just before he’d gone to dance, Miroku had looked up at him, as though for permission, and Sesshomaru hadn’t stopped the former monk from going.

When they did finally reach the apartment, Sesshomaru shut the door, trying not to show his fury, and instead finding his voice came out cold.

“Why did you allow that to happen?”

“What?”

“Why did you want to dance with him? I could tell that you wanted to. Why?”

Miroku looked lost for words, a rare occurrence, as far as Sesshomaru had seen in the man. Finally, he said very quietly, “I wanted to make you jealous.” The former monk had his head looking down at the floor. “I do not even know why I wanted to. I have been baffled by my own actions since the blood bond. All I know is that I was wanting a reaction from you.”

“You certainly received one. Did it please you?”

Looking up from beneath black bangs, the monk answered, “Yes, honestly, it did.”

Sesshomaru walked back to his bedroom, leaving the confused monk behind. Hearing it come from the human's mouth confirmed Sesshomaru's suspcicions as to why Miroku had behaved the way he had, just as why he had acted as he had. Normally, his logical mind would have told him to use his energy whip on the damned blond and dispatch with him quickly, but instead, he charged after him like a crazed animal, trying to rip his throat out. It had not been one of the demon lord’s proudest moments, nor had it been spectacularly graceful. The idiot blond should have only been grateful that he had someone like this person he called Gee to plead for him, and that Sesshomaru pitied the unfortunate, lumbering man.

Hard as Sesshomaru tried, it seemed to be a losing battle he was fighting against his instincts. He had to get away from the former monk before he did something they would both regret, something that could mean certain death for someone with as much spiritual power as this monk possessed. But, he wanted him. And, unfortunately, the demon’s inner youkai was growing louder, driving him on out of sheer lust. If he could just stay in his room, away from Miroku just long enough, maybe he could stop himself.

Yet, the world seemed to be pushing them together. It started at the park, with the opportunity to talk and sit without the children, while they had played with the little girl. Then, Miroku had proven he had the ability to calm the demon lord by cooling the spike of anger after the inu was mistaken for a woman. In battle, the former monk had proven himself a worthy adversary, but not as strong as Sesshomaru, losing the battle and showing signs of submission. Finally, when Sesshomaru still hadn’t claimed him, someone else threatened to take action on the monk for himself, forcing Sesshomaru to fight the challenger.

He simply would have to stay away from the former monk.

“Sesshomaru,” Miroku said, poking his head in the inu’s bedroom door, “I am sorry.”

It was a full moon tonight, and the bluish white light flooding from the windows was practically making the demon glow. With a slight turn of his head, Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder at Miroku, gold eyes flashing just before he charged at the man. Miroku felt certain that he was dead. He had disgraced Sesshomaru just as Sango had done to him. He braced himself for impact, for death, but nearly died of shock when he was slammed against the door with the demon fully abusing his mouth.

“Why can you not manage to simply stay away?” Sesshomaru asked as he moved his lips to the former monk’s jaw.

“I didn’t want to.” Miroku could feel the demon pulling at his shirt, popping the buttons completely off, but in his stunned state, Miroku wasn’t able to do anything more than wince when one of the buttons hit him squarely in the chin. With his neck exposed to the demon, something told him to tilt his head, to expose the joint between neck and shoulder to the demon. Once again, that unknown part of himself was inviting the demon to bite him, and this time, Sesshomaru seemed more than willing to comply.

A bristly pink tongue began lapping at the joint, sending shivers down the monk’s spine, making Miroku grateful he was pressed against a hard surface, as it seemed to be the only thing holding him upright at the moment. “Please,” he begged.

The demon continued his assault of that area, fumbling with Miroku’s pants as he did. The former monk lifted his hands and placed them to the back of the demon’s head, nearly forcing Sesshomaru to bite him, as he could now feel those sharp fangs grazing against the sensitive skin. Long clawed hands were pushing at Miroku’s black pants, making the man remove his hands to help remove them entirely. Standing in only a pair of boxer shorts, Miroku quickly removed those as well, not caring that the demon was still fully clothed, deciding he would resolve that in a few moments.

Moving closer, Sesshomaru, unintentionally, ground his still-clothed groin against Miroku’s own aching erection as he seemed to be fighting the urge to sink his teeth into the eager human. That sudden contact made Sesshomaru pull back, eyes no longer glazed with lust, but wide with surprise and fear.

“We cannot do this.”

Miroku felt his body slumping against the wall without his taller lover pressing him into it. Even in his mind completely hazed over with lust, he was able to realize what must have been the source of the demon’s unease.

“Sesshomaru,” the man said, raising an arm up to cup around the back of the slender neck of the inuyoukai, “have you ever done this with anyone aside from that day?” He watched as that intense gaze scanned over his face before the beautiful face grimaced and the head shook. It almost made Miroku want to cry that a creature this perfect, this amazing had never gotten to experience one of the great carnal pleasures in life. For the demon, the thought of this could only mean pain. “I promised you that I would never hurt you, and I have no intention of doing so.”

“I understand that, but I cannot claim you as my mate,” Sesshomaru said, pulling away. “It would kill you. You have to stop baring your neck to me. I will not be able to control myself.”

“Is that the only condition?”

Miroku followed Sesshomaru’s eyes as he looked over his naked body, lingering below the man’s waist, making Miroku feel enormously inadequate compared to the perfection of the white-haired demon. “That is the only condition.”

The large inu was swooping down on the former monk once again, running taloned hands down over Miroku’s back, tracing every muscle, every bone with his fingers, somehow managing to keep deadly claws out of play. Below Sesshomaru, Miroku began fumbling with the silver zipper at the demon’s collar, pulling it down, pushing the green sweater over muscular shoulders, forcing the demon to move his hands from Miroku’s bare flesh for a moment as he shook the item off. The former monk was quick in his actions, fumbling with all of the restraints on the pants Sesshomaru wore, cursing this era for complicated garments as he finally pulled the tan things and the blue underwear to the floor.

Nothing between them now, Sesshomaru pressed their bodies together, feeling the odd sensation of the human’s member pressing against his own inner thigh. It was smaller than the demon’s own, but that didn’t make it seem any less intimidating. He wouldn’t let Miroku know. Every time the former monk sensed even the slightest bit of fear coming from Sesshomaru, it seemed that he had to stop, and reaffirm that he wouldn’t hurt him. It made the inuyoukai feel weak, and while he appreciated his lover’s need to be gentle, he didn’t want to be treated like he was made of glass.

Sesshomaru gradually began moving toward the bed, groping and kneading the flesh beneath his hands, relishing the sensation of the taut muscles beneath the smooth and nearly hairless skin. The monk seemed to be far too interested in fondling Sesshomaru’s behind, cupping and squeezing the cheeks, moaning into the demon’s mouth as their tongues rubbed and massaged one another. The friction and heat of their bodies against one another was making it difficult to put together a single coherent thought, and Sesshomaru was almost as surprised as Miroku when their legs slammed against the futon.

However, the demon knew exactly what he was doing when he sat on the bed, pulling the man down on top of him. He watched as violet eyes grew wide in disbelief.

“Sesshomaru?”

“You have been with women, have you not?”

“Well, yes, but this is different.”

“I have never been with anyone before, and I have no desire to hurt you.”

“But this, it would make you remember…”

“I am hoping it will help me forget.” Sesshomaru pulled the monk down to meet his lips, gently nibbling on the already swollen bottom lip before thrusting his tongue into that mouth once again. He could feel the former monk pulling away, sucking and licking down to his chest, leaving marks that would probably remain for the better part of a day, despite his full demon blood. The monk began teasing Sesshomaru’s right nipple, forcing it to stand at attention as he licked completely around it, never once touching it until it was standing erect so that he could begin pulling it between his teeth, making Sesshomaru cry out in pleasure. The monk’s left hand began tweaking its partner, pulling, scraping and flicking until it was just as alert.

He moved downward to Sesshomaru’s naval, thrusting his tongue inside, forcing a groan out of the demon before moving further south and taking hold of Sesshomaru’s member. He held it upright as he ran his soft pink tongue up the shaft from base to tip and then proceeded to suckle and lap at the fluids already leaking out. His hands began to fondle the round testicles beneath before sliding back farther, nearing Sesshomaru’s entrance.

He couldn’t help it, much as he tried to, but the inu flinched at the contact. Violet eyes that were far too observant for their own good immediately realized the fear in the demon’s face. The pale-skinned man opened his mouth, taking in all of the head of Sesshomaru’s member, forcing a shudder out of the demon before pulling away entirely.

Sesshomaru grabbed Miroku by the arm. “Do not mistake hesitation on my part for lack of will to proceed. I need you to make this different, better than the memories I have.”

Miroku moved upward and pressed his forehead to Sesshomaru’s. “I am not stopping, but I believe there is something at the wash basin in the bathroom that will make this easier.” He pressed his salty-tasting lips to the demon’s and moved from the bed. Baffled, Sesshomaru watched the lean, young figure of his lover leaving the room, shutting the bathroom door behind him. It took more willpower than Sesshomaru thought he had in himself not to reach down and take care of the throbbing ache below his waist that so desperately wanted a way to find release. The longer the monk continued to take in the bathroom, the more Sesshomaru’s resolve began to break down. Had the womanizing, lecherous monk changed his mind about being with another male? Had the fear in Sesshomaru’s face the moment his fingers had come into contact with that puckered hole turned him away because the demon lord was weak?

Sesshomaru didn’t want to beg, didn’t want to show his doubt, but still a simple, nearly pleading word escaped his lips.

“Miroku?”

There was a noise from the man inside the bathroom. “Just a moment. Have to find it.”

The demon could have sworn the man’s voice sounded strained, but he said nothing more, panting heavily as he clawed at the mattress to refrain from using his hands on himself.

He was so focused, he hadn’t noticed the bathroom door open and the dark-haired man return, holding a bottle in his left hand, his right already smearing a sweet-smelling oil around on his fingers.

“It gets warm,” he said almost amused. “This should make the process easier.” Miroku once again straddled the demon, pouring a generous amount of the oil into his right hand while holding both of their cocks in place with the other, a nearly perfect fit despite the size difference of the better part of two inches. “I think I kept you waiting too long,” he said, apparently noticing that Sesshomaru had lost some of his hardness. Miroku then brought his hand back to both of their members, stroking them together in steady rhythm, while his hips began moving just slightly, creating a friction that forced Sesshomaru’s to rise and buck harder into those slicked hands. With each move, Sesshomaru could feel the pressure once again building below, bringing him up again, harder and more aching than before.

When Miroku released them both, Sesshomaru nearly whimpered, but fought the sound, as he had already shown weakness once and wasn’t about to do it again. He grew confused as he watched Miroku walk up the demon’s body on his knees, then tuck his legs up toward his chest, standing on his haunches.

“What--” Sesshomaru asked, getting nothing more out as he felt the former monk’s hand grabbing a hold of his long cock and place it at a slick entrance. Realizing that was what had taken him so long, images of Miroku stretching himself, fingers buried inside that opening, scissoring it, began running through the demon’s mind.

“You wanted this to be different,” Miroku said just before lowering himself down onto the rock-hard member, groaning as the massive head passed through the still-tight ring of muscles. In surprise and pleasure, the demon moaned, his eyes rolling just a bit before looking into the violet of the man above him.

“You are… in pain,” Sesshomaru said, holding onto the monk’s arms.

“Did not stretch… enough. Will be okay. Just need to be slow.”

“No, I do not wish to… Aah!” Miroku slid down another inch, and Sesshomaru almost forgot his concern as more of his phallus was sheathed inside the man’s heat. “You are hurt.”

“I will adjust.” The man’s hands grasped out for Sesshomaru’s, apparently needing the demon to help guide him down slowly. For a moment, his animalistic side taking over, Sesshomaru considered not offering those hands and helping Miroku to fall further onto him. Instead, he clasped onto his lover, nearly losing his grip on those grasping hands as Miroku slid down. The progression was agonizingly slow, but the demon prided himself on self-control. He’d lost most of that already tonight, and Sesshomaru wasn’t about to lose what was left. He didn’t thrust his hips upward and allowed Miroku to take this at the pace he needed.

Unfortunately, slicking up both hands had been a mistake on the monk's part, as his grip on Sesshomaru was slowly lost and he fell the rest of the way, crying out in pain.

Trying to hold back his own cry of ecstasy at being fully inside of the man, Sesshomaru shifted his body up, making Miroku whimper at the movement. Carefully, Sesshomaru sat up, still within Miroku, and pulled the former monk to his own body, the movement making the man hiss in discomfort and pain.

“You look as though you just impaled yourself,” Sesshomaru said, affectionately teasing the man.

“I think I may have.” Miroku laughed into Sesshomaru’s chest, putting the demon at ease that no permanent damage had been done as he lowered the dark-haired man onto the bed, positioning himself on top, placing a heated kiss to the man’s already abused mouth.

Sesshomaru feared moving, even a little, afraid that he would hurt Miroku as he’d been hurt, but he felt the hips below him wiggling, silently asking him to move, and he obeyed, moving his own hips just slightly, just enough to relish the friction of being inside this man. The demon moved his hips more, thrusting harder into the human below him, watching Miroku’s chest rise and fall in short, sharp moves, sighs, whimpers and moans coming from him, though half of these, Sesshomaru felt were done only to mask the pain he could sense coming off of his partner.

But, still the former monk’s hips rose to meet Sesshomaru’s and something within the man was struck that made him scream for whatever god he could think of first. Sesshomaru wanted to hear that noise again and sense that immense level of pleasure coming off of his lover, so he moved his hips away and forced himself back into the monk farther than before, not seeming to have hit the spot this time, but making the man moan in pleasure all the same.

Sesshomaru angled his hips, trying to remember how they had been when he’d struck that thing inside of Miroku to make him cry out. Thrusting in and out again, he’d found it, and began to pound mercilessly at it.

“Oh, Kami! Sesshomaru! Aah, Sesshomaru!”

Whatever it was he’d hit, Sesshomaru realized it was quickly bringing Miroku to climax, and he himself wasn’t quite there. The demon shifted again, now attempting only to hit that pleasure spot every few thrusts, deciding that a little torture couldn’t hurt his lover if there was that much pleasure to follow.

“Harder!” Miroku demanded, lifting his hips upward again. “More!”

Sesshomaru did not know how customary it was for the top to grunt or cry out as Miroku was doing, but he couldn’t have if he’d tried. All intelligible thought was gone. He’d gone into rutting instincts, and felt certain he might never regain the ability to form words again. He grunted and growled, moving his head downward to nibble over the gold hoops in the man’s ear, his hands moving to Miroku’s legs to push them back toward the man’s chest as far as his flexibility would allow. The access this gave the demon amazed him and pushed him onward, knowing he was nearing his orgasm. Feeling it coming on like a tidal wave, he angled himself to once again strike that pleasurable spot inside to ensure that he and the monk came together.

He kissed the monk on the mouth, biting at the lips, getting just a drop of blood, enough that in this carnal state, his lust for the man only barely outweighed his lust to taste that coppery liquid inside of him.

As the rush of the climax hit, Sesshomaru would have howled, but found himself instead sinking fangs into a bared neck and felt shortly after that, the sensation of much duller teeth cutting into his own flesh in the same spot. Still, coherent thought was gone, and he and Miroku continued to ride out their orgasm, Sesshomaru flooding the human’s body in waves until the white substance was dribbling out around Sesshomaru’s still imbedded cock. Miroku’s orgasm had ended, leaving both bodies coated, warm and sticky.

Their mouths were occupied, drinking in warm red blood, sharing all they could spare.

Lust fleeing, Sesshomaru released his jaws from Miroku and heard the man begin to scream, not that of pleasure, but that of someone being burned alive from the inside.

He was dying. Sesshomaru’s blood was killing him.