Obsession

It wasn’t long before I found a fairly secluded hot spring a good distance away from Inuyasha’s camp. After all, it wouldn’t do to have my ignorant half-brother interrupt us. Not now, not when I have desired the houshi for so long. And not when his lips are pressed against the pale skin of my neck.

I carefully bring us down onto a soft, mossy bank, and scan the area. There are several small animals in the area and some lesser youkai as well, but with a quick burst of my youki, all possible intruders in the vicinity flee into the woods.

Even the houshi is affected by the burst of youki – after all, he is shivering in front of me; his eyes filled with a mixture of what looks to be fear and anticipation. Or at least I think it was my small display of power that has him shivering and fearful. But when his pupils dialate and his heart rate increases, I'm not so sure.

“Do you fear me, houshi?” I ask. I need to know, since his reaction to me is confusing. After all, fear and desire both cause the same physical changes in the body. Given the circumstances I am not entirely sure which of the two the ningen is feeling.

He is certainly intelligent enough to understand why I brought him here. Besides, after traveling so long with the half breed, he should have a rudimentary understanding of inu-youkai behavior - thus he should know that releasing our youki was only something that we did to warn off others when we were… making a claim, so to speak. So it could be lust that was causing him to react to me in such a way, but I cannot be sure until he answers me.

The houshi lifts his head and brushes a stray hair away from his peircing, violet eyes. He approaches me, trembling, and catches my hand with his own. My breath hitches at this – he is either very brave, or very stupid. But he is definitely not afraid of me in the least.

“I do not, Sesshoumaru-sama.” He finally answers, his voice deep and silky, as he caresses the palm of my hand with his own.

I swallow. Already I know that my reactions to the ningen are telling, and I hate myself for it. But at the moment, I am too engrossed with the small, tentative caresses of his fingers against the back of my hand to care.

“You are very foolish, Houshi.” I respond, mentally congratulating myself on how cold and unaffected my voice sounds, even though I am burning up inside.

The houshi laughs in response – the sound is deep and musical, and I cannot help the minute fluttering of my eyes in response.

“Forgive me for being so blunt, Sesshoumaru-sama, but you have either brought me here to kill me or fuck me. I would welcome either, although I would much prefer the later. And if the later is the case, please refer to me as Miroku, Sesshoumaru-sama.” He says with the same saucy grin I have jealously witnessed him bestow on many a maiden. And for a brief moment, I am taken aback – absolutely baffled by the sheer… confidence this ningen has. But of course he's confident - after all, it is one of the things that attracted me to him in the first place.

He raises one perfectly sculpted dark eyebrow in amusement, and I realize that I have yet to answer the houshi. Suddenly enraged, I pull my hand away from his and turn my back on him as I quietly walk over to the edge of the water.

“You assume much…” I begin in a tempered voice. Oh, if only I could just kill him now, and be done with this foolishness. But even as the thought enters my mind, I am overcome with such an intense feeling of anguish, that I drop to my knees.

I am peripherally aware of the houshi approaching me from behind. He places his hand upon the pelt that I always kept draped over my right shoulder, and I shiver and lower my head minutely in personal defeat.

“Miroku…”

His name falls from my lips in a whisper, and I hear his sharp intake of breath from behind me as well as an increase in the beating of his mortal heart. He drops to his knees behind me, and wraps his arms around my torso. The side of his head presses against the hair that falls along my back.

He is scenting me, much like a bitch in heat, and as I glance down upon the flat reflective surface of the water, I see my eyes bleed red momentarily in response.

How did this happen? I do not know what my intent was by bringing him here, but surely it was not to be at the mercy of this ningen. And yet, I do nothing to stop him as he carefully undoes the clasps that hold my armor in place and removes my pelt from its place upon my shoulder.

I turn my head to the side and watch his movements with interest. His face is flushed, and his violet eyes are bright, but he does not falter in his actions – which is, for him, a good thing. For if he showed the slightest hint of fear or hesitancy, I probably would kill him on principle. This Sesshoumaru does not lay with those who are timid and weak.

And by that very definition, This Sesshoumaru should not be even considering laying with a ningen. Never have I done such a thing before – In fact, I have always considered my father weak for his relationship with Izayoi, and here I am about to do the same thing.

Not even the same thing – what I was about to do was… worse. For the ningen in front of me wasn’t even a maiden.

I take a deep breath and try desperately to keep from sighing, as my head spins with the implications of what I'm about to do.

Because of my appearance, I had been harrassed in my youth by several older male inu-youkai - members of my father’s own court that were looking to assert dominance over the young prince. At first, I ignored the jeers, but when they started to take a turn for the lascivious, I went to my father with my complaints about the leering and blatant sexual innuendos his so-called faithful adversaries had directed towards me. My father had laughed it off and said that if I were to allow such lesser beings to make me their bitch, then I did not deserve to be his son and heir. I took those words to heart, and severed the head of the very next fool who was unfortunate enough to assess me in such a degrading manner. I placed his head upon a pike and left it in the courtyard of our palace for three weeks.

Afterwards, I intentionally bedded the mates of the rest of the advisors who had been foolish enough to cast such aspirations in my direction. A few of the more foolish ones had confronted me in a rage about my actions, but after their severed heads joined the one in the courtyard, there was not a single member of my father’s court who would dare to even approach me.

I quickly became known as cold and ruthless, and I have held onto that persona ever since. As such, I have earned their respect, and now some of the same youkai who had once considered me too delicate and feminine to be an adequate heir to Inutaisho, now serve me with the same reverence and dedication that they had once directed towards my father.

I have proven my strength, and my ability as alpha male and heir to the Taiyoukai of the West. Never have I submitted to another.

And yet here I am, actively lusting for not only a male, but a ningen male. And even though a part of me is sickened by it, I cannot deny that the sight of him has me shaking in anticipation.

My father is probably rolling in his grave at how timid and weak I am acting in this inferior male’s presence. But to my eternal shame, I cannot help it. I am trembling, and having a hard time controlling my breathing - a sharp contrast to the utter calm the ningen – Miroku – is displaying, as he carefully rolls my pelt out like a blanket on top of the soft grass, and confidently piles my armor to the side of it.

He's smiling at me now – a seductive smile that lights up his whole, beautiful face, and I make a sound similar to a whine in response. ‘This is ridiculous,’ a part of my mind screams. ‘Just take him, or better yet, kill him, and be done with these games. You are an alpha Taiyoukai after all, and yet you are letting this mortal houshi have this effect on you?’

The houshi is now kneeling on the soft fur of my pelt, beckoning me to join him with one outstretched hand.

I swallow and gently finger Toukijin, which is still by my side. A momentary flash of... something goes through the houshi’s eyes at this - perhaps he's wondering if I still intend to end his life – but even though there is abject curiosity in his gaze, I still see no fear. With a sigh, I let Toukijin fall to the ground along with my other blade, Tenseiga, and take to my feet. A few steps has me standing on my own pelt, looking down at the… at Miroku.

He is still smiling.

With a groan, I let myself fall upon him almost predatorily. My mouth unerringly finds his, and for a moment I relish in the cool, soft feel of his lips as they press back against my own.

“Sesshoumaru…” He whispers throatily against my lips, and my mouth parts in response, allowing him entry. He wastes no time in darting his tongue out to meet my own. We mesh our mouths together almost violently, in a searing kiss that has my head spinning with desire.

I suddenly realize that he craves me just as much as I do him, and that profound knowledge sends me reeling with need. He… he is so soft, his lips are so very pliant. A small, inarticulate sound comes from his throat, and our kiss suddenly shifts from violent and competitive, to gentle and searching.

I could spend an eternity kissing him. His taste is pleasant; like water and berries, and so completely unlike anything I had ever expected and experienced.

I pull him against me, all the while mentally cursing Inuyasha for the loss of my other arm. For to hold him with both arms would be... would be heaven.

My arm wraps around his back in order to pull him closer and onto my lap while he… his hands are deftly working on undoing the elaborate knot of my obi.

His lips… his soft, wet lips leave my own and for a moment I feel bereft from their loss… but when they trail down the side of my neck to worry the spot over my pulse point, I growl, feeling myself grow almost painfully hard in response.

Absently, I wonder if the houshi even knows that he is nipping at the spot where inuyoukai mark their mates. Because of that, I normally would not allow a lover to even approach my neck. For one, it leaves me too exposed and signifies too much trust on my part, and for two, there have been far too many inyoukai bitches that have thought to enhance their status by seducing me into their beds.

I took what they offered, but always from behind – I was never such a fool as to allow them to get in a position where my neck was accessible to their sharp fangs. And if they were disappointed by my lack of intimacy on that level, it was not my concern.

But right now I cannot even think to push him away from me. Instead, I arch my neck in order to allow him further access, and a soft growl emanates from my throat in response to his delicate ministrations.

The houshi finally manages to undo my obi with his deft fingers, and is now working on removing my kimono. Again, I silently curse Inuyasha for the loss of my other limb, as with one shaking hand I try desperately to remove the houshi’s own robes. It takes some time, but I succeed in opening the dark, violet garment. I cannot help but to suck in a deep breath at the flawless, tanned skin that I am presented with. In fact, I am so absorbed in my admiration of him, that I don’t immediately notice when his hands start to gently tug at my hakama.

My amber eyes shoot up to meet with his smoldering violet ones, and I can't repress a shiver at the depths of passion I see in his gaze. I am sure that they mirror my own in that manner.

He leans towards me once again – the bare skin of our chests coming in contact with each other – and places a gentle kiss on my slightly parted lips.

“Mi… miroku..”

He gasps when I mumble his name against his lips, and then plunders my mouth once again with his tongue. When I feel the wet appendage gently explore the tips of my fangs, I can't help but to purr, and I violently shrug his robes the rest of the way off. Another insistant tug at my hakama has me raising my hips almost instinctively, and once again his lips leave mine to trail down my throat while he tugs on the suddenly restrictive garment. I lift one leg and then the other to allow him to first remove my boots and the slip the hakama off of me one leg at a time. All the while, I continue to watch him through passion fogged eyes.

He sits back on his haunches for a moment, reverent admiration clear in his face now that I am completely exposed to him. You see, youkai seldom bother with undergarments, such as a fundoshi. The silly little flaps of clothing are a ningen invention, and as such, we consider them an unnecessary waste of time. So with the loss of my hakama and my boots, I am utterly naked.

He's looking at me with abject hunger, and I can almost feel his gaze as it slowly trails over every part of my body. I can't help but to raise one eyebrow in amusement when his violet eyes linger on the dark indigo stripes on either side of my pelvis.

I actually have to repress a snicker when his eyes finally focus on my erect member - the houshi is more enthralled with the dark indigo band at the base rather than its current state of arousal, or sheer size.

But when he leans forward to lavish open mouth kisses on my chest, and when one elegant, soft hand grasps me in the most intimate of ways, all thoughts of amusement rapidly leave my mind as I throw my head back with a roar.

“You… AHHH!”

Coherent words fail me, with each soft stroke of his hand. The houshi is driving me absolutely insane with arousal. While he continues to pleasure me in this manner, his lips worry a path down my abdomen, until they finally settle in the curly silver hairs just above my painfully erect member.

As highly aroused as I am, I can't help but to be a bit confused with his actions. This… this goes far beyond the simple rutting that I have known, and I am ashamed to admit that I do not know what his intentions are. Only that whatever he is doing was –

And then I let out a litany of words that would put my brother to shame.

A part of me is mortified that the words that just fell from my mouth were so very vulgar, and thus similar to the language that my half-breed brother used on a daily basis. But when his warm, wet lips locked around my aching arousal and engulfed me whole, I could barely even think of a response that would be more… appropriate.

I am panting now, thrashing underneath him, and can't help but to raise my hips to further bury myself inside the skilled, wet vacuum of his mouth that is almost viscously ravaging my cock. I lean up and prop my weight on my one arm the best I can, just so I can see what he was doing… oh kami… what he is doing to me.

“Feels… feels so…”

It is so erotic to watch his dark head bob up and down on me, and I mewl in response to both the physical sensations and the visual I am presented with. He looks up towards me with his mouth still wrapped around the engorged head of my cock, and I can't help but whine. For what he's doing to me could not possibly be allowed by the gods... it is...

OH!

KAMI... so fucking pleasurable...

If this is a part of how ningens rutted, no wonder my father…

“Aiiiiieeeeeeeee!”

His hand… oh Kami… one of his hands just wrapped around the soft sac underneath my cock and gave it a slight squeeze. Oh gods… his hand is going back now, towards... he… he wouldn’t… he… I should kill him for the audacity… oh Kami… after he finishes what he's doing, of course…

One of his fingers finds and then gently strokes the tight rim hidden between the soft cheeks of my rear, and I am… I never thought that such a thing could feel…

What the fuck was his name again? In my delirium, I can't even think...

I am panting his name now, as he gently works a finger into me, all the while maintaining his oral assault upon my cock. His tongue circles the head and gently laps at the small opening and I hiss as a wave of unearthly pleasure runs through me, causing me to tremble almost violently. Once again, I wish I had another hand so that I could run my fingers through his beautiful, ebony hair while he was…

“NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”

He takes me deep, so deep inside of his mouth that I swear I am hitting the back of his throat. He curls the finger that is inside of me and it brushes against something that -

"OH KAMI... " And then his name comes to me in a blinding white explosion. " MIRRROOOOOKUUU! FUCK!"

I am exploding with white hot pleasure so intense, I may just die from it. He does not release my cock as I come - violently and harder than I ever had before - into his mouth. His gentle suctions only cease after the rhythmic pulsing of my cock falls into chaos, and I am spent, my entire body heaving and shaking from the intensity of it all.

As I fall completely onto my back in order to regain control of my breathing, I wonder at the number of stars there appear to be in the sky. He gently releases my cock from his mouth, and removes his finger from me before climbing up my body to place a searing kiss upon my mouth. His entire weight is pressed against me, and in my satiated haze, I realize that he is still very rigid through his fundoshi - the only piece of clothing that remains between us.

I return his kiss eagerly, and with great fondness. I am not concerned about my taste upon his lips – I find that it is not at all offensive – but I do have to admit that I am confused. While I am overwhelmingly appreciative of what he just did for me, it certainly left him in quite a painful state. I look at him but do not voice the question. He understands my look, however, since his eyes sparkle with mirth, and he leans forward to gently trace the shell of my ear with his tongue. My lips part as I suck in a breath, and I notice with some amazement that my arousal is already stirring again in response.

“We are far from over, dear taiyoukai…” Miroku whispers before plundering my ear with his oh so talented tongue and I can’t help but shudder in response – whether in anticipation or dread, I care not. All I know is that if I thought that rutting with this ningen would be the end to my obsession, I was deluding myself.

For now I know that this will only be a beginning.

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A/N: There's part three... hope you enjoyed it! :)