Curse Of The Lecherous Monk

here`s another chap! hope you`ll like it! And now the interesting starts! well..I dunno really. This is stuff I wrote when I had no computer. XD And the most of it in the middle of the night. so it`s mostly random.


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As the sun appeared and daylight broke through the trees, Inuyasha growled and moved, disturbed by the light. A groan coming from underneath him made him burst open his eyes, at first thinking he was being attacked.
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" Mhm..pretty lady..would you bear my child? "

A hand sneeked up, rubbing Inuyasha in his private area. " It would seem that Inuyasha had fallen asleep beside Miroku last night and in his sleep he had doppled over and landed on him.
" YAAAARGH! YOU FILTHY MONK! GET YOUR HAND OFF OF ME!" Inuyasha snapped, jumping a good feet away from the offending hand of the lecherous monk.
Mirokus eyes flickered open and he blinked in confusion.

" It was just a dream? ...What a pity. " He sighed, rolling over to his side, resting his head against his hand.

" STOP MOLESTING PEOPLE IN YOUR SLEEP MONK!" Pouting, Inuyasha stared at him, bearing his sharp fangs slightly as he sat down beside the outburned campfire, seeing to it that he wasn`t too close to the monk.

" I cannot control what I dream of Inuyasha. "

Inuyasha muttered something under his breath, huffed and turned his gaze elsewhere.


The girls was yet to return from Kaedes village. Miroku wasn`t that worried, Kagome had told them before they left that she might return to her world beyond the well. To gather some of their medicine as it seemed more effective than theirr own. Miroku sighed, throwing some glances over at Inuyasha, who had a hint of a blush across his features. At first Miroku had seen him as a brute, naive halfdemon who knew nothing of the world, as he had been sealed for 50 years against a tree. But now after all the time they`ve spent together, he really thought of Inuyasha to be a genuine friend, loyal and underneath all that roughness, a friendly soul. He wasn`t a hanyou in his eyes, nor the others.
And after all this time he had developed feelings that went beyond friendship.
He thought he had been in love with Sango the female demon slayer, but..
He had seen something in Inuyasha that attracted him more than any woman had ever done. Inuyasha was utterly beautiful,stunning and mysterious. A piece of a large puzzle you had to figure out.
He only wished for the hanyou to notice him as well.

" How is your wound?"

Inuyasha finally said. Turning his head to look at him.

" It`s better, thank you. " Miroku yawned. Streching his arms a bit, feeling his muscles tense at the sudden pain he caused. Miroku whinced, letting his arms slack to his sides again. Would he be able to leave soon?

" You shouldn`t move. Stay put while I`ll go and find something to eat. " Before Miroku could reply, Inuyasha had already jumped up from his seat and disappeared into the bushes..
The opportunity to flee was finally here. Before Inuyasha could stop him that is.
He grabbed the shakujo leaning by his side, and forced his body to move, despite the pain coursing through him like an electric current.
On his feet, he stumbled a few steps, his legs asleep by all the days spent laying down. The pain subsided as he moved on, his body getting used to it little by little. moments later the camp was out of sight, finally. But he still kept on walking, fearing that Inuyasha would sense him, that nose so keen.
That`s the reason why he had chosen to go with the wind in his back as to not easily get himself caught.

"You here alone Monk?"

The sudden intruding voice startled Miroku, who lost his balance and fell to the ground. At first he thought Naraku had found him, tired of toying with him and had come to kill him at last. But no such luck. The one who was standing before him was more intimidating in his standards than Naraku.
It was Sesshoumaru. The demonlord showed no emotion as he glanced down at him as though he was nothing more than a pile of dirt.
He was nothing like his younger brother Inuyasha.

" Have you lost your tounge, monk? Where are my foolish brother? "

Sesshoumaru strode closer, his mokomoko swaying behind him gracefully. He was perfection, a true god of the western lands.

" I`ve left him"

Sesshoumarus expression did not alter as he spoke once more.
" I see, because of Naraku I presume. His scent is all over you. "

Miroku went rigid. He had smelled that? He had truly a much keener sense of smell then Inuyasha.

" You`re right. I do not wish to hurt anyone, that´s why you`re going to let me pass." Miroku raised himself onto his feet again and defiantly glared at the demonlord. He knew that this could be his final moment of his life as Sesshoumaru wasn`t someone you should mess with and get away with your life intact.

" He`s going to look for you."

" Naraku? Let him, better for me."

Sesshoumaru smirked, now so close to Miroku, he could feel the demons breath on his cheek.
" I meant my brother. That`s why... "
A clawed deadly hand snaked around Mirokus back pulling him flush to the warm demon body and holding him tight. " You`re coming with me, monk. He will come. He will. " Grinning, he traced Mirokus sheek with his tounge
, only halting when the monk angered tried to push him away. Earning the monk a breathtaking slap over his pretty face.
" Do not test me, monk. I will kill you if you defy me. I do not care what happens to a lowly human like yourself. "
Miroku could not believe that he was beaten so easily, but as he had no way to reach his shakujo, who now lay on the ground beside them or reach the seal of his windtunnel, he had no choice but to succumb to the demonlord.
Miroku didn`t like the way Sesshoumaru was looking at him. His expression was stern as always, but his gaze held a hint of lust in those golden youkai eyes. He did not like this at all.

" I wonder why my brother hasn`t marked you yet. Does he not wish to claim you? Or is he too cowardly to do so himself? "

Miroku turned his face away from the lords intense gaze, blushing madly by the demons words. It wasn`t like that at all between him and Inuyasha. Inuyasha saw him only as a friend. Nothing more.
"He has a loved one." It hurt him to utter it, but it was the truth. He loved miss kagome and his old flame, miss Kikyo. He meant nothing to the hanyou in affection.
" You`re as foolish as him."
Sesshoumaru spun him around, nearly breaking Mirokus back as he pushed him down with force on to the hard soil. Bones loudly cracking as two or three ribes dislocated. Miroku gasped in pain, tears starting to fall.

" When my brother finds you claimed by another, he will surely lose himself. "

The demonlord bared his fangs, growling. Ripping the monks clothing to shreds with his claws, careful to avoid scratching him. He did not intend to kill the monk.

" Please do not do this Sesshoumaru!" Miroku pleaded. Trying to flex away from the demonlords grasp. He was pinned down unable to move, finding the strenght of the demon overwhelming.

" Do not adress me lightly. It`s "Master" or "Lord". "

A pair of sharp fangs pierced deep into his flesh on his neck and Miroku bit his tounge to not yell out in pain. He knew what was next. The ritual of marking, The pain, the humiliation from it. He did not want to be claimed by Sesshoumaru.

The bloodloss from Sesshoumarus marking caused Mirokus vision to blur and he fell, fell deep into a much appreciated unconciousness.
Minutes, hours later he felt strong arms lift him up. At first thinking it was Sesshoumaru who had moved him. Tired of waiting for the monk to awake. Then he felt something wet splash down at his face, tears? He stirred. Opening his eyes to find Inuyashas firm embrace holding him tightly to him. Silent tears falling in a steady stream , tears that was only meant for him. He smiled despite his shame, Narakus power over him and the rough claim by the demonlord.

" Inu...Yasha..you came." Mirokus voice was barely a raspy whisper but the hanyou lifted his gaze to look at him.

" Of course. But I was too late. I`ve should have been there to protect you."

" Don`t be that way."

" He claimed you! How should I be!?" Inuyasha snapped. " I can smell him all over you. It`s intense, sickening."

Miroku let his gaze fall at the hurtful words spilling out from the hanyous mouth. Just then noticing he had been wrapped in Inuyashas fire rat robe.
"Inuyasha.." Miroku began, though abruptly interrupted as Inuyashas lips descended on his.


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What is this??? Omg he`s been kissed? Well you have to wait for a continuation! MUAHAHAHA