UnBound Memories

A/N: To my reviewers, me1, family tree is up in previous chapter. nette, Glad you like yasashiku. I couldn't help it. He's not a blood relative to Miroku, so why not? saturns_shimmer, of course you were mentioned. I'm trying to keep steadily updating. I feel so bad, this one has taken a backseat my FMA story, but since I'm getting plenty of reviews and know at least some people are reading and enjoying, I'm trying to plod onward. I've only got about 1 official chapter and a modern-day prologue left (so you can find out why Sesshomaru was so pissed with Miroku in the future). szaugglaughs, well the angst is slowly coming to an end, as is the story. Glad you like this, because Uke is an awesome story.

Another LEMON this chapter.

Chapter 34

I want you to take me

Sesshomaru, feeling closer to his usual self, walked into the dungeon of his palace. The musty smell hit his nostrils the moment he entered, as he realized he hadn’t used this room that particularly often. More often than not, his enemies died long before they ever ended up as prisoners. Miroku stood at his side, prepared to offer support should the inu lord need it, the hanyou Takara at the other.

“Are you certain you can remove my mother’s spell?” Sesshomaru asked her.

“Yasashiku’s power is that of fear, mine is memory. I can manage it.”

Sesshomaru watched her, inwardly shaking his head at her foolhardy nature. So much like her father it was frightening. So overconfident.

He watched as she laced her fingers, stretching out her arms and turning the palms of her hands out. He could hear her knuckles cracking while a serious expression crossed her face. She approached the chained demon, rubbing her hands together, a faint blue light emanating from her palms. Her hands made their way to Katsuro’s forehead, those sharp gold eyes watching the demon lord’s face. Slowly, green eyes fluttered open, Katsuro realizing where he was, growling at his captors.

“Hello, cousin,” Sesshomaru said, stepping up to grab Katsuro’s face in his hand. “For some reason my family chose not to kill you. You should be grateful for that. If I had my wish,” Sesshomaru said, allowing his claws to press into Katsuro’s skin, “you would never draw another breath.”

“You are breaking demonic law,” Katsuro said. “You are with pup, and the scent is obvious now. The ceremony will be coming up shortly, how do you expect to convince the entire clan that you are not bearing that hanyou's child, Sesshomaru-sama? Really, how do you think you will convince them that you are not violating everything your title stands for? Your entire family has been a disgrace.”

“As have you,” Sesshomaru said, his face just inches from his cousin’s, “or did you not have your memory jogged enough? Have you forgotten entirely about your daughter, your hanyou daughter that you wanted to allow to live?” The daiyoukai released his cousin’s face with force. “You are a hypocrite, Katsuro.”

Sesshomaru watched as Katsuro’s eyes started to well up. “I was young. It was a mistake made in youth.”

“Then, Why do you still long to hold your child? To see her again? Why does it matter to you if it was just an error in judgment?”

“Do you wish to see your daughter alive, to watch her grow up?” a soft voice said from the rear of the dungeon. Sesshomaru did not need to look back to know it was Manami, the demoness who was, without doubt his own pup. “It is still possible, though not for a few more years.” Manami glided across the floor with an elegance that amazed even her oto-san. “She will be beautiful, you know, with bright green eyes, adorable little ears atop her head, long white hair. She will be a beautiful demoness when she grows up, cousin.”

“Do not try to play on my emotions, you mixed-breed.”

From within the sleeve of her kimono, Manami retrieved what looked like a painting, but more realistic than any Sesshomaru had seen. “Do you see that demoness in this? She looks very much like you, green eyes, little ears on her head, strong features. That is my brother beside her. He looks quite a bit more like Papa than I do. I am much more my oto-san’s child. Don’t you think?”

Katsuro gaped at her for a moment, saying nothing.

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InuYasha grabbed Jaken by the collar of his robe, dragging him to Sesshomaru’s chambers.

“Do not make me face him, Prince InuYasha. Please. He will be angry.”

“You’re going to have to tell him eventually, you little toad,” InuYasha said.

“I was hoping that you…”

“I ain’t telling him nothing. You can just go ahead and talk to Oto-san yourself.”

The door to Sesshomaru and Miroku’s room opened, the daiyoukai looking down at InuYasha. “What is the meaning of this commotion, Musoko?”

“Your retainer has something to tell you.” InuYasha plunked Jaken back on his feet, watching as the little green demon fell to his knees.

“Milord, I am sorry, please forgive me. I went off onto my own after Saruwatari. Milord, I am sorry to have gone after him like that. Please, Lord Sesshomaru, I did not mean to kill him, only to bring him to you. I knew you would want to kill the demon who held you captive, but I had no idea he would be defeated so easily.” Jaken never looked up, only holding up a hand, with an amulet on a thick silver chain. “B-but I did manage to retrieve the amulet that allowed him to control the collars.”

Jaken held the amulet out in front of him, laying it on the floor. Sesshomaru raised his foot, Jaken shivering in fear as the booted foot came down near the green face, cracking the amulet, then the inu lord bent down to place his hand on top of Jaken’s bald little head. The servant hissed in pain, body shaking.

“Rise, Jaken,” Sesshomaru said. The little creature stood up, pulling up the sleeve of his robe, apparently to see what Sesshomaru had done to him. InuYasha looked down at the demon’s arm, seeing the tiny blue crescent moon, and stepping aside as Jaken’s tears began to flood the hallway.

“Lord Sesshomaru, you have claimed me as being under your protection.” Those words were the last coherent things the tiny servant said, as he continued to sob, and Sesshomaru granted him leave, allowing the little toad to return to his room, leaving a trail of happy tears behind him.

InuYasha folded his arms and looked up at his father. “Are you ready for tonight, Oto-san?”

“I believe so. With the twins and Manami to help, I do not think there is any need to worry.” Sesshomaru moved a hand up to InuYasha’s head, gently rubbing his son’s ear and hair.

“Damned well better not be,” InuYasha said.

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Miroku returned from completing some of the preparations for the confrontation with the clan that night. He found Sesshomaru sleeping on their bed, looking rather peaceful, and, though he’d never say it to the daiyoukai, rather beautiful. The former monk climbed into bed beside his mate, laying at Sesshomaru’s side, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the hand which unconsciously rubbed over the still taught stomach. Despite everything they’d gone through and the worries of the night to come, Miroku could not fight off the proud smile, the thought that he had managed to father a child after all this time making his chest swell and his lips draw up.

“Must you continue to stare?” Sesshomaru said, his eyes still closed.

“Hai,” Miroku said, running his hand down Sesshomaru’s cheeks tracing over the demon markings.

“If you were anyone else, I would bite your hand off for doing that.”

“If anyone else were doing this, I would bite their hand off.” A single golden eye looked up at Miroku, then closed again. The former monk leaned over his mate, placing a kiss on the thin soft lips. Sesshomaru’s eyes opened, just a bit, his right arm darting around to Miroku’s neck, pulling the dark hanyou down into another kiss.

To Miroku’s surprise, he found a pair of clawed hands darting beneath his haori, working their way through the layers of fabric to meet bare skin, another hand untying it. Miroku allowed Sesshomaru to guide their pace and just how far they would ultimately go.

With the skilled hand bringing shivers up Miroku’s spine, Sesshomaru pushed the haori off of his mate as he worked to sit upright at the same time. The hanyou didn’t mention to the demon lord that this wasn’t necessary, that with the scent blocks and items the twins and Manami had brought back from Shippo, there was no need for the two inus to once again have sex. Miroku knew Sesshomaru was just as aware of that as he was.

The link between them was by no means intense. That had gone as a permanent feature of their mating, but the former monk knew well enough to sense his mate actually wanted it. Tentatively, Miroku moved his own hands to unfasten Sesshomaru’s obi and haori, keeping his rich violet eyes on the demon lord’s face the entire time. After all his mate had been through, Miroku didn’t want to cause any more pain. Sesshomaru rolled them both, putting Miroku on the bottom, a position that was becoming all too familiar, the older demon pulling at the silk hakama at Miroku’s waist.

Miroku grabbed hold of Sesshomaru’s long white hair, guiding that marked face toward his own. Sesshomaru placed his forehead to the crescent moon at Miroku’s before allowing himself to be pulled down into a heated kiss, tilting his head just slightly to the side to gain better depth into Miroku’s eager mouth. The former monk contemplated for just a second as he felt the bulge in his mate’s hakama rubbing against his thigh that there had been a time when the thought of being with another male would have disgusted Miroku, a time when he had been a horrible lecher interested only in women.

But, as he felt Sesshomaru’s still smooth left hand--it had yet to grow as calloused as its mate--reaching into his hakama, teasing around his already hard member, Miroku forgot all thought of that, allowing his hand to slide down the soft locks, down to the firm, muscular behind of the taller demon. Thinking back on his obsession with posteriors, perhaps finding he was mated to another male was not so strange. Sesshomaru firmly grabbed hold of Miroku beneath the fabric, that head of white hair moving from the former monk’s abused mouth, kissing and licking down the hanyou’s body. Dipping his tongue into Miroku’s naval, forcing a faint whimper out of the inu below him, Sesshomaru smiled, removing his hand entirely from below Miroku’s hakama and shifting to remove his own.

Perhaps a bit too eagerly, Miroku wriggled out of his remaining clothing, paying no attention at all to what he was doing as he watched in earnest each graceful movement of the demon lord before him as the hakama slid over hips, over the fully erect member beneath, down over the long, muscular legs. As they sat, fully exposed and open to one another, again the word beautiful came to the former monk’s mind.

“Miroku,” Sesshomaru said, leaning forward, pressing their bodies together, whispering in one of the twitching dark ears, “I want you to take me.”

Miroku felt his cock twitch. He’d never expected the demon lord to put it in those words. “Why?”

Sesshomaru raised a perfect eyebrow. “I offer myself to you, and you ask why?” Sesshomaru moved down to Miroku’s neck, tongue lapping at the four circular scars signifying their mating, forcing goosebumps to rise over the entirety of the former human’s body. “I wish to be with you this way because tonight we sign a document in blood that we will never do it again, baka. And we may not be able to, or risk cursing those descendents we have recently become acquainted with.” Then, his voice seeming to gain a husky quality that made Miroku want to jump him that instant, he added, “And I have not been given the opportunity to enjoy this since those few times after we first mated. And I did enjoy it.”

Miroku sensed that the hormones rushing through Sesshomaru were affecting the demon lord at the moment, but he didn’t question his willing partner any further, only taking the opportunity available to take a little pleasure. Sesshomaru moved back to his place on their bed, reaching beside it for a bottle of oil.

“I remember you rather enjoyed this from Kagome’s era,” he said, handing Miroku the bottle of the warming lubricant. “I remember I did as well.”

Sesshomaru then rolled onto his stomach, presenting that perfect behind to Miroku, making the hanyou want to enter that instant, but he also was aware of how long it had been since Sesshomaru had actually been bottom and knew he couldn’t. Miroku did his best to be mindful of his claws as he spread oil on them and began massaging Sesshomaru’s entrance, rubbing the daiyoukai’s impressive length with the other hand. He heard Sesshomaru grunt as Miroku’s first finger invaded the opening, the hanyou keeping the finger still as he could as he lowered his body to kiss the demon’s lower back, following the pattern set by their mating mark.

He attempted a growl that would soothe Sesshomaru, still trying to learn the nuances of this new ability.
Through his discomfort and gritted teeth, Sesshomaru said, “You are getting… better.”

Moving that finger around, Miroku could feel his mate’s discomfort ease, and as he added the second one, he could feel the link between them growing stronger, as it usually did in times of happiness or distress. He wiggled his fingers inside of his mate, seeking that spot that made Sesshomaru howl in pleasure. When he finally found it, Miroku thought his own knees might buckle beneath him, the link once again in place, made nearly as intense as it had been before by the hormones he could sense coming off of Sesshomaru in waves.

“Gods,” he said, his breath ragged, “how do you even think with that swirling around in your head? I would be aroused all the time.”

“You already… are… hentai,” Sesshomaru said, moaning as Miroku moved his fingers, but avoided that spongy little area inside the daiyoukai.

Miroku continued his stretching, his kissing, and his stroking of the elder demon before adding the third finger, the one that for some reason always hurt. He heard Sesshomaru hiss, Miroku moving his hand from his mate’s phallus to get enough leverage to kiss and lick at the jagged marking on Sesshomaru’s neck and shoulder. Though he could still sense the pain from Sesshomaru, he knew well enough that the purring noise, which the lord argued over and over was not purring, meant something felt good.

He felt Sesshomaru rocking back on his fingers, a sign the inu lord was ready. Once again, Miroku grabbed the bottle, lubricating himself.

“I want to see you,” he said to his mate as the demon lord rolled back onto his back. Miroku guided Sesshomaru’s ankles to his shoulders, then positioned himself at Sesshomaru’s entrance, pressing himself inside slowly, gradually, only to have the shock of his mate pulling himself completely inside. Miroku waited for Sesshomaru to adjust, but sensing that instincts and hormones had taken over his lover, he didn’t wait long.

After all that Sesshomaru had suffered, Miroku had never expected it to be like this, so animalistic, forceful, hard. It was a rush, and while he’d been on the receiving end, he certainly understood why his mate found such pleasure being seme. It was incredible as he pounded forcefully into the constricting heat that nearly begged him to go faster, harder.

And the noises they were both making. Miroku honestly wondered if the sound barrier surrounding their room would be broken as they both howled, moaned, shouted until their lungs were certain to fail them. Even as a monk, Miroku could not remember crying out to Kami so many times in his life. When finally both he and his mate had had their release, and Miroku collapsed boneless, still inside of Sesshomaru, he tucked his head beneath the demon lord’s chin.

“I love you,” he said, quietly.

“And I, you,” Sesshomaru answered.

Miroku slowly withdrew from his mate, wondering how exactly after all of that he was expected to continue to function to prepare for the confrontation with the clan that night, wishing he could just drift to sleep as he noticed Sesshomaru already had. He ran a hand over his mate’s sweaty face, tracing each feature before moving his hand down to the bare abdomen where a still unborn Manami rested. He kissed his mate’s stomach.

“Sleep well, little one.”