The fateful tale of the monk

Inuyasha growled, he watched his eyes, not wanting to believe what he saw. Inuyasha turned. He growled and jumped, grabbing his sword. "Go then." The half-demon leaped off to find another tree to rest at. He'd still try and save Miroku, but he'd hold off for a little longer.

"Inuyasha! We can't just let him go! Inuyasha! Miroku! Don't leave!" the small boy cried. "Miroku!!"

The monk turned, not saying a word to the tiny demon. He knew this hurt Inuyasha a little bit; loosing Miroku to his loathed brother. He felt bad, He started walking back toward the hut. He reached it about ten minutes later, stopping outside the hut.

"Father?" he called. "I have... I did what you asked of me." He kneeled, his head down.

Sesshomaru was sitting down, Moko curled in his lap. Sesshomaru beckoned the monk. When the monk came to him, he pulled him into his lap, Moko rubbing the cold monks body to warm him. "You did a good job slave. How did it feel, to say you were claimed by me?" Sesshomaru ran his hand down Miroku's cheek. "You are very special to Father. You have earned a piece of your clothing back. Which piece would my slave like?"

Miroku curled up in his lap, enjoying the closeness and the warmth. "Father, may I have my kimono?" he asked cautiously. He just wanted to cover up really badly. His skin was a shade of gray for the cold was getting to him. It was sinking in to his bones. He was no longer shivering, because he felt the cold inside and out.

Sesshomaru pointed to a corner. When the monk was gone he had gone and retrieved Miroku's clothes. He wasn't all bad, Sesshomaru. The demon pushed the slave gently from his lap. "Go slave, they are in the corner. Be wise slave. Your next task you could lose what you've gained." Sesshomaru stood when he heard Rin's voice.

"Lord Sesshomaru! Look, Jaken has found what you've been looking for. He has found that dog Inuyasha."

"Rin, be silent," Sesshomaru demanded. Rin ran in the hut and bowed her head.

"Forgive me Lord Shesshomaru."

"Rin, we have a new friend. You can't play with him Rin, you may talk to him but he will not respond unless I tell him so."

Rin looked at the monk and tilted her head, "Rin knows this man... he travels with Inuyasha."

Miroku lowered his head, not wanting to accidentally say something to make any kind of response if he was not allowed to. He put on his kimono, wrapping it around him tightly, burying his face in the neck part.

Sesshomaru moved over to the monk and clutched the back of his kimono. "Come... time for your next task monk."

Rin clapped her hands. "Can I go Lord Sesshomaru?"

"No Rin, this next task is not for your eyes." The demon Lord patted Rin's head and turned, leaving the hut. Moko wiggled and wrapped around Miroku, parts of the longer fur sneaking through the kimono. Jaken was tying of Sesshomaru's beast then turned bowing his head to the silver haired dog demon.

"Master, Jaken was good. Yes? I found their camp."

"I'm not interested in the camp Jaken... you are to come with me, we are going to watch my new slave."

Jaken looked at Miroku, a look of distaste and jealousy. "New slave?"

Sesshomaru walked past Jaken, having released the back of his slaves kimono, towards the forest. Jaken glared at Miroku then turned running after his master. "Master, Jaken knows Sesshomaru is all powerful and all wise, but isn't that disgusting human with your ignorant half-brother of a dog?"

"Yes, Jaken but if you were at all smart you would smell that I've claimed him. He is my property now, and like the rest of my property you are to take care of them. Jaken, you are the only other thing that my slave can talk to." Sesshomaru glanced back at Miroku. "Slave, Jaken is the only creature you can speak freely to. You, however will not start conversations, he will, and if I am near, you slave are not allowed to talk." Sesshomaru stopped near the forest and turned to the monk. "Slave... for this next task, I am going to humiliate you. I will degrade you so you understand that you are nothing unless I say otherwise. You are trash slave, and my personal toy. I will do what I wish to you, and you will enjoy it, because it pleases me. Do you understand?"

Jaken grinned, knowing what his master was going to have Miroku do. He didn't have to preform the same duties, but he had seen another slave do so, of course, they failed and Sesshomaru killed them. The reason why the slave wasn't here now.

Miroku nodded, followed by a "Yes, Father." His stomach turned over, thinking about the possibilities. He saw Jaken smirking, and knew it couldn't be good. And besides... why did he have to watch? He didn't mind it so much, because he knew what he was doing would make Sesshomaru happy. Somewhat. He kneeled. "What am I to do, Father?" he whispered, his head down, his body close to the ground.

"For your next task you will pleasure your self slave." Shesshomaru walked over to Miroku and pulled him to his feet. He took the monk's kimono and turned Miroku around. Sesshomaru then shoved Miroku face first into a small damp mud puddle. "If you pleasure yourself well slave, you will gain another piece of clothing... if you displease me, you will be punished by Jakens staff."

Jaken smiled, his staff was large, and aside from Jakens height, the staff was very heavy. It reached to Sesshomaru's shoulder, the two heads winding around a thick wooden rod.

Miroku stared wide-eyed at the staff. He was frightened of being punished; one, because he wasn't sure how he would exactly punish him with it, whether it be to beat him, or to... He shivered. Two, he hated Jaken. Jaken was disgusting to him, and he'd rather not be punished by something he had touched at all. He swallowed, then put an arm out in front of him, supporting his weight up a little so that he could lift his hips. He reached down, taking himself. It felt strange at first, like his cock wasn't even attached to him. It was numb. But when he started jerking his hand up and down, it brought it warmth. He looked up at Sesshomaru to see if he was doing what he wanted.

Sesshomaru watched him, dirt covering his slaves face. He looked so dirty... so... Sesshomaru felt a chill race up his spine, a sexual chill. He wanted to take the monk now, but he held back, not wanting to do anything so soon. The demon's face was frozen in an emotionless state, he had found a tree to lean against, his left side resting against the oak. Jaken was frowning, he set his staff down and plopped on the ground, crossing his arms and legs. When the monk looked up at him, Sesshomaru growled a warning. He wasn't sure if Miroku got the hint but it seemed Jaken was going to help. Jaken had taken his staff so quickly and hit it harshly against Miroku's back. Sesshomaru glanced at Jaken, pleased with his quick reaction to correct the new slave.

Miroku cried out, lowering his head and shutting his eyes tightly. His hand left his semi-hard member and went to the ground as he collapsed under the weight of the staff. He curled up, not sure what he had done, beside maybe looking up at Sesshomaru. However, he was afraid to continue if he wasn't doing it right.

"Why have you stopped slave?" Sesshomaru asked, his voice soft.

Jaken cackled and raised his staff to hit the slave again, but Sesshomaru's growl stopped that. The demon was in front of Miroku in a second. He took the dirty boys chin into his hand and lifted it.

'F-Father... Am I doing it wrong? Was it because I looked at you? What did I do? I just want to please you," he whimpered quickly, his heart racing. And it was true. He did want to please the demon. He stared at Sesshomaru's arm, his dark eyes round with worry. If it had been that he had looked at him, he didn't want to repeat his mistake.

Sesshomaru pulled his hand away from Miroku. "Boy, have you ever seen a slave raise their eyes to their master? Ever? Unless commanded otherwise, you do not ever look me in the eyes. Ever. You are to always be submissive, even in front of others. Slaves are not to care how they are treated, only that it pleases their master. That's all that matters...You've failed me slave..."

A cold chill entered his body, running down his spine. He... failed? What did that mean? Was he to die, now? Perhaps it would be better that way. He had always admired Sesshomaru, even when enemies, but he knew the demon would never feel the same. And it would be heartache to constantly know he didn't really like him. He only had him as a slave to do his bidding, and probably to offend Inuyasha. It didn't matter if he were another person. As long as he was a human. Or something weaker than Sesshomaru. He lowered his head, cringing slightly. "I.... am sorry, Father..." He didn't know what else to say, only to wait for his punishment.

"Don't apologize... ever. Unless I demand it from you." Sesshomaru grabbed a patch of Miroku's hair and yanked the man to his feet. "Now... Slave, since you have failed me, you've lost your clothes, and you will be punished by Jaken. How would you like to be punished?"

Jaken looked at the monk, a dark look in his eyes. He gripped his staff hard, his green skin turning pale where he clutched it, it was obvious that he was so ready to punish someone. He glanced at Sesshomaru, secretly hoping the monk wouldn't ask to be punished by Sesshomaru.

Miroku didn't really know, so he decided on the first thing that came to mind. He knew if he made it light, Sesshomaru would be displeased. "Father... Jaken should beat me... with his staff. If that pleases you...?" He waited quietly.

Jaken let out a gleeful whimper and waddled over to Miroku. Before the demon frog could get to close, Sesshomaru turned, backhanding him so hard the frog flew hitting the oak tree behind them. When Jaken fell an impression of his frail little body was there on the tree. Sesshomaru growled and took Jakens staff, stabbing it into the ground next to the monks face, just an inch from him. "You've been saved from Jaken's punishment slave...what should father do now to his poor disobedient slave?" he asked, pressingly.

The former monk was silent for another few seconds, and then he suggested softly," Why don't you claim me again, Father? In... a different way." He knew he was being bold, but if it worked he'd get away with murder. He didn't really want anything else, and if his master didn't care for his answer, he would punish him however he pleased, and that would be alright with Miroku; if it made Sesshomaru happy.

Sesshomaru felt a soft laugh bellow deep in his chest. He rarely ever laughed, and Jaken cried out, hiding. It was a scary thing to see Sesshomaru smirk, and with him laughing... all hell was about to break lose. Sesshomaru picked Miroku up by the back of the neck and lifted him into his arms. "You please me slave... I don't think you will be needing a punishment... let us travel to the castle."

Jaken's eyes were wide, wider than normal, and his mouth agape. He watched at Sesshomaru carried the naked monk towards the hut. Moko curled around Miroku and started rubbing him all over his body. Moko's tip snuggled closely to Miroku's sac, poking and jabbing gently at it.

Miroku's eyes were half-lidded with comfort, glad he wasn't going to be punished, though disappointed he wouldn't experience the inu's body yet. He jumped a little, feeling the touches. He tried to adjust a little, getting hard. He covered himself with his hands, blushing, shock on his face.

Sesshomaru snarled and dropped Miroku hard on the ground. "Why are you covering yourself slave?" he snarled, back handing the man with a little harder than he should have. Moko seemed to chuckle silently, the fur pulsing and moving back to its normal position.

Miroku whimpered, clutching the side of his face. He stayed low, and almost apologized instinctively, but he bit it back, remember that the demon had ordered him not to. "It was... touching me... and I was responding inappropriately. I was ashamed..."

The demon stroked Moko. "It's part of me slave... we've one mind, one soul. It acts on subconscious thought. You are to never be ashamed of your arousal boy. It pleases father..." Sesshomaru crouched down and reached his arms out. "Come to me slave...show me where it touched you?"

Miroku blushed horribly, then, biting his lip, moved into a sitting position and pointed to his crotch. So... Sesshomaru had touched him? It was probably to test him. His cock was no longer hard, but he felt it tingle a little because attention was drawn to that area. He gulped.

Sesshomaru would have smiled inside, but he had already had his laugh/smile/smirk for the day so he was through with that. The demon reached out and brushed his sharp nails lightly against Miroku's cock. His mouth watered with want. He swallowed, and looked at Miroku. "Would you like to try your task again Miroku... it would please father... very...very much."

He nodded quickly, wanting to cum in front of him. He had stiffened a little at the feel of his sharp nails against his most sacred place. He kneeled, his legs spread for him to see. He touched himself, letting out a soft moan. It was so much nicer, just doing it in front of Sesshomaru. It felt good to do it for him. He felt like he was putting on a show for him. His eyes were closed as he slid his hand up and down his length, making himself hard almost instantly this time. He groaned again. "Does.... does this please you, Father?"

Sesshomaru felt moko sneak beneath his own kimono, and gently stroke his own cock. Sesshomaru enjoyed seeing his slave do this, it did please him, but he feared his voice would betray him. Sesshomaru drew in a deep breath. "Yes, Slave, this pleases your daddy," Sesshomaru stated, calmly. He tilted his head back, his silver hair falling back behind him. "Call to me... I want to hear you moan slave..."

Miroku's lustful, half-lidded eyes opened, but this time they did not roam to his face. They stayed on Sesshomaru's body, though clothed, glancing him up and down. "Unnnnnn.... Father.... Daddy... Mmm... I wish... you were-" He stopped himself, his eyes widening a little. But he continued as if he had said nothing, his eyes glazing over again. "Mmmm... Sessho....." He bit his tongue. He was so stupid. He would be quiet now.

Sesshomaru felt his body lift at all the little mistakes Miroku made. It was cute, though Sesshomaru wouldn't admit it... yet. Sesshomaru opened his eyes, tapping moko. Moko pulled away, leaving Sesshomaru semi-hard. The demon watched the man closely. Moko reached out towards Miroku but Sesshomaru tapped the fur, wanting to see Miroku cum on his own. "Keep calling out to me slave... Father likes it..."

Miroku began to lift his eyes, but he snapped them shut when they ran up to his neck. He tilted his head back a little, his hand moving faster. "Mmm-Father!" His eyes squeezed tighter, panting. "SESSHOMARU!" he gasped loudly, coming into his hand. His eyes opened when he started to relax, still coming a little. He looked down at himself, wiping the cum from his cock.

"Don't clean yourself... Did I say you could, slave?" Sesshomaru looked pissed, staring down at the frozen man. The demon stepped forward and grabbed Miroku's hair, yanking his head back. "What did you call me slave?" he snapped, his eyes turning a deep red, his fangs growing, the venom was so strong in his mouth, that he knew the slave would be able to smell it.

Miroku was scared shitless. He shivered, going limp, realizing his mistake. He had lost his mind, unable to think during those few seconds before coming. "Please, I'm sorry, Father! I didn't mean it! I promise! I'm so stupid- so foolish! I was not thinking, only thinking about you. I couldn't control it, please," he whimpered, his eyes beginning to tear in fright.

Sesshomaru kept Miroku's position, he lowered himself to the slaves neck, resting his fangs against it. The western Lord bit down lightly, not enough to draw blood, but enough for the venom to burn at his flesh. He stayed there a few seconds, then pulled away, standing. "Boy... you've gained your clothes back because you have finished your task... however, since you failed to call me by what I asked, I will provide you with fifty hits. Plus you will receive no food or drink tonight or tomorrow morning... You will walk all of the way, and you will carry Rin, and if asked, Jaken. Do you understand why you are receiving these punishments?"

He nodded, keeping his head down, counting all of the mistakes he had made. He knew he had made many. "Yes, Father." His voice was soft and full of submission, losing his regular tone. He was reduced to a shivering pale slave once more.

Sesshomaru pulled Miroku to his feet and slapped him across the face, gently, still to him it would be hard and would probably snap his head to the side. The Youkai backhanded him again. Then again, then again. "Four, slave... forty-six left." The demon slapped him again, six times. He stepped back, looking at his work on the former monk. "Your ass is next, present it to me Slave."

Miroku's neck was sore from his head swinging to the side so many times. He whimpered, bending over quickly, clutching his ankles.

The demon moved next to the man, and placed his left leg in front of him, to stop him from falling over when he spanked his slave. Sesshomaru drew back his hand, and started hitting Miroku, hard on the ass. First the left cheek then the right, taking turns on each side. The demon finished off the forty hits spanking him. When he was finished he shoved Miroku to the ground.

The human lay still, breathing shallowly. He whimpered again, curling up. "Thank you, Father," he breathed just loud enough to hear. He kept down, waiting for his next order. His ass pounded painfully. He didn't want to try to stand.

"You've done well. Now, get up, let's go. We are going to go to the castle. If we leave tonight we should be there tomorrow afternoon. You may speak freely to whomever you'd like... just for tonight and tomorrow... now... how do you feel?"

"Good, Father," he replied, starting to stand, but when he did, he collapsed back to the forest floor. He winced, but then instantly scrambled to his hands and knees, pushing himself up. He grimaced, forcing himself up, He stood strangely, his body stiff.

Sesshomaru moved in front of Miroku, moving his arms around him, like a hug. He quickly moved his hands and gripped his slaves ass. "Not sore in the least, slave?" he hissed lightly. The western lord picked the boy up. "I'll carry you to the hut, but after that you will have to walk."

He yelped out when his ass was grabbed. His whole backside ached. He was glad he was being carried to the hut, and dreaded walking to his master's castle. He bit his lip, shaking his head when asked if he still didn't hurt. "Yes, Father." He would make himself walk.

Sesshomaru moved to the hut quickly. He walked inside grabbing the monks Kimono and bringing it out giving it to his slave. Rin ran out, looking at Miroku for a second. She had seen Sesshomaru naked before, when he bathed, but it was the first human she saw naked. Rin shrugged and ran to the two headed dragon. Oun, and Ai. Sesshomaru picked Rin up and placed her there, Jaken waddled to his master and bowed his head. Sesshomaru nodded and watched as Jaken jumped on the creature. The demon decided it would be best for him that he stayed off the dragon so he could spend more time with his slave. When the dragon took flight Sesshomaru looked at the former monk. "Talk to me slave... I want you to talk to me freely during this trip. I want to get to know you boy."

Miroku glanced at him, not his eyes, but his face, strangely. He lowered his head once more, following his master. "Father... Thank you for walking with me. It is an honor to walk beside you." He watched the ground as they walked, his arms at his sides. He tried not to limp, thinking it annoying.

Sesshomaru looked at his slave. He stared at him for a long moment, then slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled his arm up and wrapped it around his slave. "You are welcome slave. I may come off as cruel, and be cruel at that, but in a good mood, which I'm rarely in... I can be thoughtful." He sighed then dropped his hand. The demon glanced ahead smelling something. "Inuyasha," he hissed.

The former monk had enjoyed the touch. It made him feel... like a good slave. But when he heard whose name his master uttered, he froze up. Oh, no... "Father, I told him to leave us be." He sighed. Inuyasha... He didn't want to be saved. He liked belonging to Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru stopped, and drew his sword. Suddenly, a blinding yellow light headed straight for them. Shesshomaru smirked. "Foolish pet, he must know you are here." Sesshomaru wrapped his arms around Miroku and flew to the side. Inuyasha was there with his sword, swinging it at the demon. Sesshomaru growled and turned quickly, exposing his back to Inuyasha. That was a forbidden move, it showed weakness. Sessomaru set Miroku down and turned running after Inuyasha. "You smell like a bitch in heat Inuyasha, did you come to try and save you slut of a man whore?"

This angered Inuyasha and he growled deeply. "Shut your face bastard! Miroku doesn't know what he's talking about when he says he wants to stay with you... it's not true!"

"It is, now it doesn't matter, he's been marked mutt... by me."

Inuyasha growled and flew forward clashing his sword against Sesshomaru. Kagome was soon in view, as well as sango. Sesshomaru snarled and shifted quickly. Moko wrapped around the western lord, swallowing him whole. Sesshomaru's roar shook the ground, causing Inuyasha and his sword to fall. A large white cloud came to be and out of it stepped a towering paw, then another, then the long snout of the dog demon. Inuyasha's eyes went wide. "S-S-Shit..."

"INUYASHA!" Kagome screamed. Sesshomaru bit down on Inuyasha and threw him hard against a big oak. Inuyasha smashed threw the tree his sword in hand. He dropped the sword, his eyes closing. The gang ran over to tend to him. Seshsomaru shifted back, staggering the lightest. He turned, jerking his head to his slave. "Come... now." He turned and stepped away, the gang fading. Sesshomaru was tired, his whole body was drained from the change but he would have been there for a while and he didn't want Miroku to try and sneak off with them. Plus, he wasn't sure if Inuyasha was going to try and kill Miroku. The demon didn't know why he had suddenly changed, and it angered him. Moko wrapped around it's master, rubbing the demons side. Sesshomaru sighed and decided to rest. He sat down against a tree, moko quickly making a pillow for it's lord.

Miroku kneeled down beside Sesshomaru. "Father, are you alright?" he asked quickly, his concerned eyes scanning his body. He reached out to his wrist, but then pulled his hand away quickly, weary to touch him if he didn't want him to.

Sesshomaru looked at Miroku, and nodded once. "Come here...Father is alright..." Sesshomaru lifted his hand, then glanced at his wrist. "That bastard got me when my back was turned... it was stupid to turn away from him." The demon leaned his head back, his wound already healing. Sesshomaru pulled the monk to him, resting his arms around them. "Talk to me slave... keep me awake... don't let me fall asleep."

Miroku nodded, nuzzling against him subconsciously. "I was worried... that you were hurt," he said softly, in a slightly nervous tone, as if he wasn't sure if he could talk like this. "Why did Inuyasha.... I mean, why would he do that? Why would he try to hit me too? Am I... his enemy now?" he asked. "I didn't think he'd actually think he'd consider me an enemy..."

"His life means nothing to him now. That bitch...he wants to mate with you. He doesn't think you are in your right mind... and he thinks that you'd be better off dead than with me." Sesshomaru was loosing himself to sleep, and healing, so he didn't sound like himself at all. "He won't kill you now... but I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to get a small rebel army together to try and stir up trouble." The demon closed his eyes. "He's...so damn....annoying..."

Miroku rubbed his stomach affectionately. "No, Father. Don't go to sleep. Just relax a bit more, and then we should go," he reminded softly.

Sesshomaru groaned and stroked Miroku's cheek. "A few... minutes slave. Let your master rest, just a few minutes." The demon pulled Miroku closer to him, and did something unexpected, he pulled the monks head closer to his so that he could press his lips gently against Miroku's, his tongue demanding entrance. He would explore Miroku's mouth, with force and dominance. He sucked on his tongue then pulled the human away. Sesshomaru looked at Miroku. "Father is very pleased with you... I am very proud." Sesshomaru licked his lips closing his eyes. "Just a few... minutes." he promised himself. The only thing that could drain Sesshomaru to this state was transforming into his large demonic dog when he wasn't ready.

Miroku seemed dazed. He nodded slowly. "Yes, Father..." He smiled gently and lent against his side, his eyes half-lidded, his fingers ghosting back and forth over his master's knee as he rested his hand there.



A few minutes later, a sound came from the forest. Inuyasha peeked from the bushes. He jumped out, and smiled, his half-brother was asleep... perfect. "Miroku... come with me... before I run him through with a sword..." Inuyasha grinned, his tetsiga out and ready. "I know you don't want this... it's okay... come on Miroku," he whispered. Sesshomaru was out, his body quickly healing, he'd be able to come back in a few minutes.

Miroku shook his head. "No, please, Inuyasha. Leave, I can't go with you. You have to understand that. I'm staying here, with him," he replied, glancing at the sleeping Sesshomaru. "Please, bring no harm to us..." He looked up at him pleadingly.

Inuyasha shook his head. "NO! I'll kill him Miroku... so help me I'll slaughter Sesshomaru into pieces! I FUCKING SWEAR!" Inuyasha pulled his sword up and pointed it towards them. "If you don't come with me... I'll kill him!"

The monk stared at him, his eyes wide. He stood up slowly, lowering his head. He gave Sesshomaru a longing look, then looked up at Inuyasha. "And you wont hurt him?" he asked.

"Of course not..." Inuyasha saw Sesshomaru's eyes flutter open. The hanyou grabbed the monk and quickly flew off. When he reached the camping sight he set Miroku down. "There... see? Aren't you glad that bastard wont..." Inuyasha turned his head around. Sesshomaru wouldn't be far behind. "Come on... I told Kagome and Songo we would meet them at the village... we should get going Miroku... I can't believe it! I saved you." Inuyasha smiled proud of himself.

The monk sighed, nodding. "Let's go..." He had a slightly sad look on his face. He would go with Inuyasha if he jumped away.

Inuyasha held Miroku on his back, speeding towards the village. "Everyone is going to be so happy Miroku.. not as happy as me... we can sleep together tonight... if... if you want..." Inuyasha glanced back then looked forward. "I know that you may think you wanted to stay with him... but trust me Miroku... you couldn't... not... not with him..."

Miroku let out an uncertain breath. "I... I trust you, Inuyasha..." He rested his head against his shoulder, closing his eyes. He nuzzled his shoulder, wishing it was Sesshomaru's.

Inuyasha nodded and rubbed Miroku's ass gently. "I'm sorry I was so rash earlier... I just... I want you happy Miroku... and I know that you aren't with Sesshomaru by will... you guys made a deal... I'll do whatever I can to break it... I don't want Sesshomaru near you... he's claimed you though... it'll be hard to claim you back. I can do it though... I promise. You'll be mine again Miroku."

The monk felt a little sick to his stomach. Inuyasha and him hadn't been together in a long time. He hadn't even known that Inuyasha still had the same feelings. He had liked him, but Inuyasha made it seem like it was embarrassing, so he pretended it was all lust. But now... He didn't know if he could feel the same.

Inuyasha stopped. He put Miroku down, they were still a few miles from the village. "Here... right now..." Inuyasha stepped closer to the monk, he wouldn't believe that Miroku didn't want him. His mind was set on one thing and one thing only. He wanted Miroku. "Let me take you Miroku... I know what happened before was... stupid. I acted dumb... but I want this... please? For us... For you..."

Miroku stared at him. "Wait- Don't just do this because he took me... Not just to get his taste out of me..." he replied nervously, taking a step back.

Inuyasha shook his head, grabbing Miroku's kimono, he ripped it open and pushed the human to the ground. He towered over him for a moment then lowered himself down to get a closer look at the monk. He licked his lips. "Call my name Miroku... just this once... call my name again... like that night..."

Miroku felt a dark chill run up his spine, he didn't like this, not at all. "No... wait... I don't... please.... I'm to sore... I can't handle this... it's... it's to painful..."

Inuyasha growled and slapped Miroku, making him whimper. "NOW Miroku!"

Miroku cried out, shaking his head. "NO! Please... no..."

Inuyasha grabbed Miroku's neck, slamming his head against the ground. Miroku felt dizzy, his head spinning. "N-no...Inuyasha..."

"Say it!"

"FUCK ME! Inuyasha oh just please... please fuck me..."

Inuyasha's eyes filled with lust. "There... I wanted to hear that... that's all."

Miroku sobbed, not knowing what was going on with Inuyasha, he turned his head up, looking back the way they came. Why wasn't Sesshomaru coming after him? Was he just meaningless? Of course he was... he was just a slave. What did he matter? He was just a toy... a pet... Miroku groaned and pulled away from Inuyasha. "Get away!"

Inuyasha shook his head. "NO! You're mine! ALL MINE! I won't share you!"

Miroku shook his head covering his face, trying to move away from the stronger man. Suddenly... it was gone. Inuyasha's weight was off of him. Miroku looked up and saw nothing. He quickly sat up and looked around. Sesshomaru! He was here! He was here!!! The monk jumped up, pulling his tattered clothes together. Sesshomaru snarled, his eyes red.

"If you EVER touch MY Miroku again, I'll tear you apart! Do you understand mutt? The monk is mine!"

Inuyasha gasped for air, but soon gained it when he was dropped.

Miroku rolled onto his knees, keeping his head down. He was excited that Sesshomaru came. He had said 'MY Miroku'. His heart fluttered, and he felt special and safe once more. But the demon would probably think he had left willfully... His heart sank once more. He would punish him, and he'd think Miroku's love was nothing more than obedience.

Inuyasha shook his head. "He wants me..."

Sesshomaru threw Inuyasha to the side. "I'll kill Miroku if you ever come near us again." The demon Lord turned, picking up Miroku and walking towards his castle, leaving the shocked and confused Inuyasha alone. Sesshomaru sighed and looked down at Miroku, moko wrapping around him happy to have him back. Sesshomaru turned his eyes back to the forest. "Why did you leave my side?"

The monk was silent for a moment, his eyes down. "Father... He said he would kill you while you were sleeping if I did not." He hoped Sesshomaru would believe that, and realize how much Miroku cared for him.

Sesshomaru growled and turned his eyes to the monk. "Do you honestly think that mutt could kill me slave? You underestimate me." Moko tightened it's grip around Miroku's middle and legs angerly, Sesshomaru keeping his eyes forward. He had expected more from the monk, but gave him kudo's for trying.

"Forgive me, Father," he whispered, burying his face against his chest. 'I knew I shouldn't have said that...' He sighed, At least, seemingly, he wasn't to be punished.

Sesshomaru placed Miroku on the ground and looked at him for a moment. He ran his hands over Miroku's hips. "I can't smell any wounds... he didn't hurt you did he?" Sesshomaru turned and looked towards the opening of the forest. "We are further than we should be from the castle...That mutts going to pay for making me late for my meeting."

"No, he did not harm me, Father... But... he was going to..." He choked up in disgust, a shiver running down his spine. "We should go then, Father... to not make you more late," he suggested in a submissive tone.

Sesshomaru snarled and picked Miroku up again. He kept him tight in his arms and started running. Miroku would be use to speed, but Sesshomaru traveled three times as fast as Inuyasha, so it was probably a little strange. Sesshomaru jumped, leaping in the the air, then again, then again.

The human clung to the demon, burying his face against his chest again. He felt better, now that Sesshomaru's scent was captivating his nostrils, and his senses. He let out a small moan of comfort.

Sesshomaru landed a few miles from his castle, it was in view. The buildings were made of stone, and tall. He set Miroku down and looked up at the sky, he'd have to rest after the meeting. He didn't know why he was so drained, usually he wasn't so weak... he growled, frustrated with himself. The past few days he had been very weak... not beatable weak, but it still upset him. Sesshomaru looked back at Miroku. "Speak," he snarled, as if Miroku should have known to speak, his tone was aggravated.

"Ahh, Father, is that your castle? It's grand. Is there many rooms?" he asked, his speech a little hurried. He hadn't meant it, but he was nervous. He had never been to Sesshomaru's castle before. He looked at his master. "Are we walking the rest of the way? Maybe, if the meeting isn't too important, I think your health would be more vital. Perhaps, you should lay down for a little while..."

"Are you my slave or my medical help?" he snarled, glaring down at Miroku. He sighed and turned his head away. "I'm stressed," he said is if his actions were justified. The demon lord stopped and the two headed dragon came and landed near them. Rin and Jaken were there. Jaken jumped off.

"My lord! You are safe, thank goodness."

Sesshomaru snarled. Jaken yelped and stayed silent. Rin walked over and reached for Sesshomaru's hand. Sesshomaru glanced down.

"Is Lord Sesshomaru tired? Rin will get you fish Lord Sesshomaru."

Sesshomaru reached down and picked the little girl up. "Thank you Rin..."

Rin hugged Sesshomaru and giggled playing with his long silver hair. "Lord Sesshomaru, may Rin play outside today while you are in your important meeting?"

Sesshomaru nodded. "Yes Rin... My slave will watch you while I am gone."

Rin looked at Miroku and waved. "HI!"

He smiled at her, but did not utter a sound. He knew he wasn't allowed to speak unless his master ordered it, unless it was to Jaken. He waved to show he was saying the same. Rin was cute, he had always thought so. Of course, before he had also thought about the beautiful woman Rin would someday grow into, but now, for some reason, that he was among them, he felt she was Sesshomaru's daughter, or at least in that position. He could feel the bond, and it made him feel warm. Sesshomaru wasn't ruthless, however strong he was. He was kind, and gentle.

"Lord Sesshomaru! Look! The horses!"

Sesshomaru let Rin down and she ran to the horse pin. Sesshomaru glanced back at Miroku. "Keep an eye on her... you may speak freely to her, when I return however, silence yourself. If she gets hurt Slave, I'll beat you until you can't stand." Sesshomaru turned and walked towards his castle. Jaken quickly ran with him, starting to tell him who was going to be at the meeting and what they were going to speak of.

Rin watched the horses then looked back at Miroku. "LOOK! Lord Sesshomaru gave them to me... he said they are the best in the land. Rin is to little to ride them, but Rin will grow soon." She smiled and went into the pin with the horses. The horses neighed and walked over to Rin. Fifty horses were coming towards her, being gentle and basically standing in four lines to be pet by the young girl.

Miroku smiled and walked over to the fence, leaning against it and watching her. "Are you a princess, Rin? You seem like Father's little princess." He chuckled. "You look like a princess too. A pretty one..."

Rin turned and gave a toothy grin. "Lord Sesshomaru doesn't let Rin call him Father... but Daddy lets Rin call him Daddy. Lord Sesshomaru allows Rin to call him Daddy when we are in the castle." Rin shrieked a giggle and stroked the horses one by one. She ran out, crawling under the fence then tugging on Miroku's kimono. "Rin wants to go play... let's play a game Slave... Daddy will be a while... play tag with Rin." She giggled and turned around, running away from him.

He chuckled. "Aright..." he ran after her, careful not to get too close to her, wanting to let her feel like she was superior for a little while. He chased her, and soon, he caught her, swooping her up into his arms and laughing. "You're a fast little princess. May I call you princess?" He smiled charmingly down at her

Rin screamed happily and curled against Miroku.

"YES! Rin is a princess... Daddy calls Rin Princess allllllll the time." Rin looked up at Miroku then tilted her head.

"Yes, Daddy calls his little angel Princess."

"DADDY!" Rin screamed nearly jumping out of Miroku's arms and running over to Sesshomaru. The demon lord looked more relaxed. He looked up at Miroku.

"I asked to move the meeting... I told them I needed a day or so to gather my thoughts," he explained to Miroku, secretly telling him that he took the mans advice.

Rin clung to Sesshomaru. "Come Slave... I'm going to show you my room, you will sleep there from now on."

"Yes, Father," he replied gently, fallowing Sesshomaru and Rin. "Rin was showing me all of her horses," he explained, his face even more contented now that he knew his master was in a calmer state and was going to take it easy. Then he remembered he really wasn't supposed to speak, so he closed his mouth.

"Yes... she has some collection doesn't she?" Sesshomaru glanced back at the man. "Rin... run along and tell the kitchen to prepare a meal for a special slave in my room."

Rin nodded and wiggled out of Sesshomaru's arms, running to the house.

"Slave...seeing as how your punishments haven't been kept up... I see no point in punishing you further... however, I will punish you if you act up. Now... do you understand why I have punished you in the first place? You've learned from your mistakes?"

Miroku nodded. "Yes, Father. Thank you..." He walked a step behind Sesshomaru, delighting in the moments he got alone with him again. "With your permission, may I call Rin 'Princess Rin'? She seems to like it very much." He was glad he would be sleeping in the same room as his master, even if he was going to be sleeping at the foot of the bed.

Sesshomaru nodded. "Yes... you may speak to her freely, she seems to take a liking to you... you will need to listen to her. Everything she says is law, aside from me." Sesshomaru lead Miroku into the main foyer, then up a large set of winding stairs. He walked down a dark hall, a drop on both sides. Once they reached the other side of the castle, four doors stood there. "These are all my rooms. These two doors," he pointed to the left. "Are my study rooms, this one is my sword room, and this one," he stated, walking through the biggest door. "Is my room." When inside the room looked more like the size of a barn. A large bed rested near the wall, the headboard pressed against it. A dresser on one side, a closet door next to the dresser. On the other side of the room was a fireplace and a rug, with a large leather brown chair. The room was of earth tone, tans and whites. The bed had silk covers, next to it on the floor was a rather large dog looking bed. It looked like a large round pillow. Sesshomaru turned to Miroku, pointing at the pillow. "You sleep there until you earn your place in the bed."

The former monk nodded happily, excited that he would get to sleep in his bed at some point if he was good. He looked down at the pillow. "It's looks very comfortable, Father," he said cheerfully, looking up at him, but not into his eyes. At his mouth... his succulent lips, which were currently, as always, pulled into a thin line of indifference. He was ready to please his master in every way.

Sesshomaru nodded walked to his chair, sitting down. He pointed down to the floor. "Sit here slave... I think I know what your next task will be... are you ready for it slave?" Sesshomaru kept his eyes on the fire, his arms relaxed on the armchair, and his feet planted on the ground.

Miroku nodded.

"I'm going to bring you to my next meeting Slave..." A dark look crossed his eyes, a for a split second, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. Sesshomaru moved his eyes to his slave.

Miroku stared at him, a hint of fear making his heart skip a beat. What was that expression for? He sat at his feet, leaning against the chair. "I would be honored," he replied, letting his fingers trail over to his master's foot, stroking the soft skin below his ankle if he was not stopped, gazing at the fire contemplatively.

Sesshomaru kicked Miroku away. "If you touch me again, without my permission, I'll break those lovely fingers of yours," he stated calmly. Sesshomaru moved swiftly over Miroku, his eyes meeting with the former monks. "Look at me slave..." he cooed, one of his hands digging into Miroku's left wrist.

Miroku winced slightly, looking shyly into his eyes. He missed looking into them. He had been able to as an enemy, but now, it was clearly forbidden... He swallowed. "I will not touch you without your permission, Father," he repeated, his black eyes wide.

Sesshomaru leaned down and kissed Miroku's forehead, then moved to his neck, nipping at him. The demon lord growled and gently rested his hips against Miroku's. "Good boy..." The demon's voice was laced with lust. He wanted to claim the man, every nerve in his body told him yes, but his mind was fighting back, even moko was hungrily exploring the man beneath it's master.

Miroku inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He struggled to hold back a moan. "F-Father..." he whispered in a wanting way, letting him know how badly he needed him. He shivered, tilting his head back, parting his legs. He wanted to show every bit of submission he could, wanting him badly to continue.

Sesshomaru moved up, having smelt the former monks needs. He couldn't, not yet. It was to soon, wasn't it? Sesshomaru watched Miroku, then slowly moved back to his chair, as if unsure it would be there. He reached behind him and grabbed the arms before slowly lowering himself. He looked a little...freaked out. Not in an unprofessional way, but in a business like manner. The demon lord was confused, for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure what the fuck he was suppose to do. It wasn't like he went to training for this sort of thing. Sesshomaru clutched his head. "Miroku you-" he cut himself short, his eyes snapping up. No... he... HE! The great Sesshomaru had messed up. This stupid bullshit human really was going to tear him apart, thread by thread. He had never felt so...powerless... he could beat the monk until he begged for death, still yet he would be under the mans strange pull. Sesshomaru didn't understand it... he didn't understand how, every time he saw the gang, every time he saw Miroku, he would get a tingle... no... a wave of a strange feeling. He'd never told anyone, and he surely wasn't about to. The Lord groaned and leaned back. He shouldn't have taken this man as his slave...

Miroku watched him curiously. "Father...? What's the matter?" he asked in concern, sitting up. What was happening to the demon? He had always thought Sesshomaru a calm and reserved man, and this was strange.

Sesshomaru shook his head. "It's... nothing." Sesshomaru moved his head back. "This is strange to me slave... this feeling." Sesshomaru felt his cock throb, moko moved to relieve him but Sesshomaru growled, moko stopped. Sesshomaru groaned. "I don't understand..."

"Understand what, if you don't mind, Father?" he questioned, moving a little closer, still on the floor. "Is it something I can help you with?" He smirked on the inside at this. Sure, he knew how he could give him a little relief...

Sesshomaru looked down at his slave, almost endearingly. The expression faded before the human could see it. Miroku turned his head closing his eyes he looked up at his master. "Father... please...I want to please you... I want to make you happy."

Sesshomaru moved over to pick him up. He cradled him in his lap. "You are a good boy, slave. Understand me...this feeling, I'll not let it control me. You should try the same. I can smell lust on your body. Please Slave... try and control it."

Miroku tilted his head quickly moving away. He bowed down to his master shaking his head. He cleared his head, trying to think of something other than sleeping with the demon, it was so hard. Sesshomaru stood up, he walked past Miroku to his door. Opening it Jaken was standing there, his head bowed.

"Lord Sesshomaru, Kouga wishes to speak with you."

Sesshomaru nodded, and turned to Miroku. "I will return shortly slave."

Miroku nodded and waited for his master to leave, once he did he walked to his small puppy bed and curled up. Miroku wasn't one to sleep crunched up but he could try for his master. He could try anything for that powerful demon... anything at all.