Disjointed Hearts

Finally coming apart from their embrace, the two men looked each other in the eye, Miroku's deep violet eyes locking with Sesshoumaru's golden. There were questions. Trust reaffirming, love burning with an almost violent flame. Hunger and a deep, deep devotion that shook them both to the core. They were finally as they always should have been. The monk was drowning in the intensity of the gaze, his tears flowing anew. But it wasn't desperation instigating them this time, but pure happiness of being loved by the youkai.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost startled when Sesshoumaru crossed the distance between them and kissed him tenderly.

Miroku breathed in a shaky gasp as the youkai's gentle fingers touched the side of his neck, lingering there, memorizing, touching, gently ever so gently. Sesshoumaru's touch was so sweet, so reassuring, lingering on Miroku's skin, a lovers caress.

It sent shivers down the monk's spine.

“Ahh, my sweet,” the youkai breathed against his neck, “ you remember our joining?” His hand was dipping low, caressing the monk tenderly.

Miroku's breath hitched in his throat.

It had been so long and he'd given up all hope to ever have anything like this with Sesshoumaru. To be intimate. Close. Being caressed, cared for.

Belonging.

He cried again, Sesshoumaru kissing his tears away as they fell down his cheeks. The youkai whispered words of comfort to him, kissing him until he was calm again. Calm and craving for the other's touch like his lungs needed air, gulping it in like he was drowning. Drowning in his lovers arms.

A hand slowly moved down to caress the small of Miroku's back, rubbing in circles. Soothing. Miroku's breath hitched at that simple touch. Sesshoumaru smiled. He wanted his lover, his mate, to feel safe, wanted. The trust they'd shared that one night needed to be built back. Oh, how long ago that seemed now. A lifetime of foolish actions away.

And how foolish he had indeed been to let such a rare, priceless, treasure slip through his fingers. Listening to what his mind told was expected of him, not what his heart craved. To leave his beloved after coming together and not think of the consequences of such an action.

To have almost lost him.

But no, never again would he drive his heart's chosen to such a situation ever again. He'd keep him safe, he would care for him and love him and let him never feel bad about himself. He would only let the other feel pleasure and to bask in the love he'd wholeheartedly gift him with. Like his precious was gifting him with their child and his heart.

They were together and joined for life and it was everything.

So, in following his decision of making his mate the happiest he could be, the lord of the Western lands set to work.

Sesshoumaru indented to explore his lover, to re-learn every curve of his succulent body. To caress and ravish him so that he couldn't sit down for a week. Loving him like he should have been these past months. To make it up to him, best he could. To reassure him that they'd never ever be apart again.

Never.

Sesshoumaru decided to start with Miroku's neck, softly nipping at the supple flesh there, his teeth leaving shallow indentations on the pale skin. The monk breathed deeply, delighting at the touches that sent pleasurable jolts to every nerve of his body. Sesshoumaru's hand traveled up and down Miroku's back, feeling every bit of flesh, every ripple of muscle.

The monk yielded willingly under Sesshoumaru's touches, letting himself be discovered.

Sesshoumaru delighted at the noises coming from his raven haired beloved. From the little mewls to the deep, resounding panting now coming from him, they were all lovely and the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard.

The chirping of the birds coming from out doors, their bodies sliding and shifting on the silk, their labored breathing were filling the room as Sesshoumaru explored his lover inch by inch.

Sesshoumaru finally flipped his raven haired lover onto his back, looming over him with a lusty expression on his face. He looked positively predatory. Licking a line across Miroku's heaving chest from shoulder to shoulder he explored his lovers body, the memories coming back in a vivid stream, mixing with the present. The time he'd bent down... like this, and taken a dusky nipple in his mouth, sliding his tongue over it and worrying it gently with his teeth. And that low purr that resonated from Miroku's chest as he did so.

Miroku fisted his hands on the silken sheets, body strung like a bow. Sesshoumaru was peppering his skin with small kisses, the monk shifting and moaning in the youkai's arms. Being his, giving in, losing himself.

And Sesshoumaru remembered that insistent tug with a hand in his hair. He complied and covered Miroku's mouth with a breathtaking kiss. The monk parted his lips to Sesshoumaru's questing tongue, granting him entrance and moaned and arched against the youkai as his mouth was explored and ravished.

They kissed hungrily, delving deep into the realm of memory and discovery, finding each other in the kisses they so needly shared, in the sounds escaping their throats. Lover, beloved, precious, sweet, my own... all tumbling from their lips as they kissed and touched.

Having Miroku panting and incoherent under him, Sesshoumaru began to travel downwards on his body, planting sloppy kisses at his wake and tugging at the dusky nipples as he passed them. He went down and down, kissing and caressing Miroku's swollen belly, showing already due to the malnutrition the monk had suffered from, but the youkai lord could feel his babe be safely nestling inside his lover, alive and well. He traced a loving hand over Miroku's stomach and kissed the flesh and smiled.

But his lover was writhing beneath him, desperate for release and he had every intention of giving it to him, having to forgo his admiration for new life for the moment. Instead, he needed to focus on his lover. And he did, with gusto.

With a hand holding down the others hips, Sesshoumaru lowered his head slowly, almost reverently, and captured Miroku's arousal between his lips.

He pressed a tender kiss at the very tip of it, making the monk moan, and lapped at the pearls of silvery pre come oozing from it with swift strokes of his tongue. Then he licked his way up, around and down until he finally took Miroku's erect member fully into his mouth.

Miroku was held down with a firm but gentle grip, a hand on his hip holding him down as Sesshoumaru devoured him.

He was prevented from moving and participating. He would have, had he not already been to far gone in the throes of passion to do anything. Miroku threw his head back, hands grasping the silk sheets in desperation as Sesshoumaru took the head of his erection into his mouth and sucked. The soft velvety heat, the wet dignified slurping that was barely there... They were all that it took to make the monk tremble over the edge and come with a soft cry.

He gasped and moaned softly as Sesshoumaru, his beloved Sesshoumaru licked him clean, his tongue licking over thighs and the gentle swell of his stomach, letting Miroku to just lie there, content and utterly sated, his mind filled with dazzling happiness.

The youkai shifted up to him, gathering him in his embrace. Miroku pressed against him with a deeply satisfied sigh. He was drawn to the youkai's side by a clawed but tender hand and was allowed to snuggle, Sesshoumaru's hand curling over his stomach.

“Sesshoumaru...” Miroku whispered as he lounged there and swirled the silver strands of the youkai's hair around his fingers. He couldn't fathom how a man could have such beautiful hair. So silky and pretty and sexy.

Hmm, sexy...

As the languid post sex haze cleared form his mind he began to truly notice the man beside him. To realize he'd not been satisfied yet. Miroku's hand traveled down the muscled contours of Sesshoumaru's torso, the refined muscles twitching under his touch. It went down to where s line of soft silver curls started, nestling among them something Miroku had thought he'd never get to touch again.

Sesshoumaru's member.

Miroku still remember how it had felt to have it inside of him. Stretching him open and making him feel so loved and full and wanted. More than he ever had in his life. He remembered the subtle pace that Sesshoumaru had set for his thrusts. Making love to him so sweetly and gently.

He shuddered at the memory, a memory he hoped to be more recent before the night was through.

The monk touched Sesshoumaru's cock with the tip of his fingers. Sesshoumaru hummed, almost purred. Miroku had slid down and was leaning over his lovers abdomen, chin propped over the crook of his arm. He watched in rapture at the single glistening drop of pre-come oozing from the tip and now ghosting over his fingertips. He exhaled and touched Sesshoumaru more firmly, his fingers now around the heated, twitching flesh.

“Eager again, already, my little precious?” Sesshoumaru murmured, hand shifting to stroke the monks hair. The monk simply moved his hand to the underside, it felt so heavenly to be able to touch. Sesshoumaru bucked up slightly, to Miroku's great rejoicing.

“Mmm, my pretty...”

And then Miroku was gently flipped over and Sesshoumaru's mouth was devouring his in a possessive kiss.”I intend to ravish you, my pet...” Sesshoumaru's fingers flicked over the pulse point in Miroku's neck, feeling the erratic beat. “And reclaim you and make you feel nothing but pleasure...”

Miroku gasped as Sesshoumaru kissed him again. “I want to touch... Please Sesshoumaru...” he managed to get out, his breath stolen by the kiss. His hand snuck between their bodies to caress Sesshoumaru's aching length.

That simple action, Miroku's fingers wrapped around him and stroking oh so softly, made Sesshoumaru's resolve go out the window and take a trip to somewhere far far away. He arched to Miroku's touch and made some room between them as to accommodate his lover's ministrations.

Miroku grinned lazily. He gripped Sesshoumaru a bit tighter, flicking his wrist and making the stoic youkai moan.

“Miroku...” There was desperation in Sesshoumaru's voice. Desperation and fulfillment. He was in his lovers grip and nothing could hurt him. His heart had found the home it had so long sought for, his body it's other half. He fit perfectly in Miroku's hands. Hands that caressed him and did the most delightful things. No wonder his brother called the pretty one a pervert so often.

Purple eyes observed the youkai carefully, calculated his reactions and took him by surprise. There was no lingering build up, no soft pleas falling from those lips, no writhing. Just a split second and a confused look as Miroku took him over and made him come.

Miroku snuggled lazily to Sesshoumaru's side, reveling in his lover's shaky breathing, and sighed contentedly himself. He'd made him come. He'd made Sesshoumaru come. And scream his name.

“Love you...” Miroku whispered to Sesshoumaru, feeling his heartbeat under his palm. His heart beat. Sesshoumaru was really there and this wasn't one of his fevered fantasies from earlier. And Miroku had made him come.

Sesshoumaru shifted and kissed Miroku languorously. He took his time in making his mate want to press against him and seek more. Want more and be freely given anything, everything in the world. They kissed for the longest time, tongues intertwined, tasting each other and reveling in each others presence. Hands touches and felt, kneaded pliant flesh and mouths sought out necks, lips and cheeks, hands caressing nipples and more as they tumbled around in the bed, lost in their desire.

“Please...” Miroku panted, splayed over Sesshoumaru's body and grinding his hips down. “Please, Sesshoumaru... Make me yours... Fill me...” He flopped off the youkai's body, onto his back and splayed his legs open, lust glazing his eyes. He should have been tired after his recent near death experience, but he wasn't. The youkai's nearness and the pleasure they had already shared had revived him as did Sesshoumaru's blood pumping away in his veins, mingling with his own. He needed for the other to take him, needed to be molded together in body and mind with the youkai.

Together forever, inseparable. One.

“Sesshoumaru...”

The youkai drew in a sharp breath at the wanton display next to him. His beloved was so brazen. Sesshoumaru was drowning in the lustful flame in Miroku's eyes as he looked at his face. There was such intensity and wanting in those dark violet eyes. A memory flitted through the youkai's mind.

“Please... Sesshoumaru, take me...” Long limbs, greedy hands and lips. A body under him, pliant and wanting, needing. Eyes full of lust. “Please...”

And there he was, no longer only a sweet memory Sesshoumaru had been lingering over in long, lonesome nights, as he brought himself to completion, the need taken care of but not satisfied. Now his beloved monk was really there, wanting him and ready.

“Take me...”

Sesshoumaru bent over Miroku and ravaged his mouth. The monk's hand wound up around his neck, drawing him closer, the human was whimpering into his mouth.

“Please...” tumbled from the monk's lips as they came apart.

His lover complied, sliding down his body, hands caressing along his sides, kissing all over him until he came down. Sesshoumaru gave Miroku's member a long, sloppy lick until he delved further, the images in his mind all the while flitting over what his eyes now saw as he licked his way around Miroku's cock. The monk moaned, hands gripping at the silk beneath his palms, and spread his legs more, opening up and offering himself.

Sesshoumaru licked lower, pausing to suckle at Miroku's balls, making the monk arch his back and buck his hips up, screaming his lovers name.

Then he bent and licked, gaining an even more heated reaction from his lover.

Miroku felt like dying. His body was sensitive beyond belief, every touch Sesshoumaru bestowed upon his body made him crave the other more. Making his body hum at every caress, lick and nibble. His throat releasing a keening gasp as the other's tongue entered him, tasting him, savoring him, loving him with every delicate thrust and lick. Sesshoumaru was breaching his most intimate place, exploring every single inch of it and he loved it, burning up with desire.

He gasped as Sesshoumaru's tongue was replaced with a slick finger. Slowly inching inside of him, prodding and stretching, curling against him, against that sweet spot within. Miroku howled in delight.

“Please...”

Sesshoumaru had to keep himself in check for the desire to simply ravish his mate, to just enter his body without preparation was almost more than he could bear. He needed to have that breathless voice keep reciting his name as if a prayer and needed to have those lusty eyes locked with his own as he reclaimed the others body as his. But he was being considerate with his mate, stretching his body open first with only one finger, then another and then three until Miroku was trashing under him, panting in short gulps.

The youkai slicked himself with oil and poised over the entrance to his beloveds body. Golden eyes locked with burning violet and a leg snaked around and hooked around Sesshoumaru's thigh, urging him on.

“Sesshoumaru...”

And he pressed forward, Miroku's body welcoming him into it's snug heat. The body below him arched and legs hooked around his hips, heels digging into his ass as the monk drew him in.

Miroku threw his head back with a delighted moan as Sesshoumaru was finally fully inside of him. They fit together. All of their franticness was now gone. They stayed still, reveling in each others nearness, just enjoying the intimacy of their joined bodies until after what seemed like an eternity, Sesshoumaru drew back and then thrust back in equally slowly.

And then Sesshoumaru made sweet love to Miroku, making his soul weep for the happiness and love it felt. They moved together in perfect harmony, mirroring each others movements and gasps, sighs mingling with moans. Time was of no consequence to them. Nothing mattered but their bodies moving to their own music and rhythm, pleasuring each other, loving each other, building up to a languid release.

“I love you...” Sesshoumaru murmured into Miroku's neck as his hips thrust into his lovers body one final time, slowly making him release and find himself in the oneness their joining symbolized.

Miroku gasped, his heart full to overflow, his body following Sesshoumaru's as he reached and caught the elusive nothingness pleasure that wasn't nothingness anymore but pure bliss of belonging.

“I love you...” he, too, murmured as Sesshoumaru slipped out of his body and they fell into a sated embrace, slowly drifting off to sleep.