Obsession

A/N: A couple of people have mentioned that Sesshy’s potty mouth seems a little out of character. I admit, it does, but hey – have any of us slept with the Taiyoukai? And I’m not talking about jacking off to the manga or the tv – that doesn’t count. And assuming you could get it on with a two dimensional bishie – would you really have any idea before hand what he’d be like in a sexual situation? Personally, I think with his guards down he’d be inclined to let loose a little – and curse like his brother. I thought I justified his language in the one paragraph where he’s dismayed that he’s cursing like the hanyou, but maybe not well enough.

Certainly, there are few words in the English language that would be more appropriate for him to shout out while Miroku was doing that to him. LOL! Anyway, I will address the issue a bit more in this chapter from Miroku’s perspective. As to why Sess is taking the role of uke and Miroku the role of seme – which of the two would be more experienced and confident in this type of situation? Think about it… *wink*

Also, I decided I’m going to do each ‘chapter’ from each viewpoint – that way you get the whole story. Plus, Miroku and Sesshy are going to have *very* different takes on what happens here… so my original 3 part plan has just gone out the window. O’ell – it figures. I’m just horribly long winded. C’est la vie!

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I am surprised that I am not dead yet – considering I could not help but touch my lips to his long, slender neck while we flew. And yet, when we touched down on the bank of a rather secluded hot spring, he put me down gently.

I am not yet sure what his intentions are, but I cannot help but to be hopeful that he intends this to be a tryst. Certainly some of the looks he gave me spoke of desire, but who am I to know the mind of a taiyoukai?

I feel a shiver come over me – one that is not from being in such proximity to the most beautiful creature I have ever seen – and my eyes widen significantly when I realize what it is.

Sesshoumaru has displayed his power by releasing a small burst of youki – essentially warning off all other creatures in the vicinity. Even the insignificant amount of youki that he has released has me trembling in awe of his power, and I certainly hope he does not feel it necessary to repeat that stunt. All of my holy powers are on edge now, just waiting to be called into play against the powerful youkai in front of me.

Why would he do such a thing? Does he wish a fight? Doesn’t he know by now that I do not wish to fight with him? For a moment I wish that Sango was with me – certainly she would understand the significance of the taiyoukai’s display – but then he turns to look at me with smoldering golden eyes, and I hastily retract my wish.

Sango has absolutely no business here at all – even in my mind.

God he’s so, so beautiful.

“Do you fear me, houshi?” He asks calmly, and I pause for a moment to consider my answer. I know very well that my life hangs in the balance.

Do I fear him?

No. I fear nothing but being swallowed by the void within my hand. Perhaps bravely, perhaps foolishly, perhaps a bit of both – I approach him, and lightly clasp his hand within my own.

“I do not, Sesshoumaru-sama.” I say, wondering on how very soft his skin feels. It’s like caressing the finest silk. My body heats from the contact, and I shiver. I notice with abject fascination that he is shivering as well.

“You are very foolish, Houshi.” He says, mirroring my own thoughts, and I can’t help but to laugh in response. Strangely enough, this also seems to have an effect on the beautiful dog demon, and for a moment I am sure he is blushing.

I cannot believe my good fortune! By all appearances it seems that he desires me as well, and I send a mental 'thank you' to Buddha for this opportunity, even as I am stricken with nerves from the idea.

When he does not respond to me right away, I send him a small smile.

“Forgive me for being so blunt, Sesshoumaru-sama, but you have either brought me here to kill me for 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.” I say, still smiling, as I attempt to put on a brave front. Certainly, this whole bizarre scenario goes well out of my range of experience, and though I am sure that I have just signed my death warrant by saying such a thing, it is worth it simply for the look of shock on the face of the normally stoic Sesshoumaru.

He is shell-shocked, and I find that very amusing.

After a moment, he pulls his hand from mine rather abruptly, and I feel saddened from its lost. Oh well, if he kills me now, at least I got to touch him.

“You assume much…” he says, as he turns to face the water. I quietly sigh. Perhaps it is to much to hope that such a beautiful creature would be interested in a liaison with a lowly houshi like myself. But when he says my name in a whisper so soft I would have missed it if the wind had not died down at that very moment, I gasp loudly with the significance of it.

He *does* want me. He really wants me. As in, wants to… oh. OH.

I have no experience with that sort of thing… will it hurt? I am hit with a sudden wash of nerves until I realize that Sesshoumaru has not moved at all from his position by the edge of the water.

It hits me like a ton of bricks that he is nervous as well.

No. He’s more than nervous - the powerful, deadly taiyoukai is petrified, and acting like…

I swallow.

He’s acting like a virginal maiden on her wedding night.

I cannot help but to grin in response. Suddenly, I am not on such unfamiliar grounds after all! With more bravado than I actually have, I approach him from behind and throw my arms around him, burying my head in the thick, silky white hair that cascades along his back like a waterfall. I take in a deep whiff, and wonder at the smell of it.

His hair smells like the clouds do. And after spending enough time in the air on the back of both Kirara and Hatchi, I recognize the smell of clouds well enough to make the analogy.

He sucks in a deep breath in response, and I find myself getting highly aroused from the sound of it. Still, he does not move from the spot where he is sitting, and I realize that it is up to me to take the reigns, so to speak.

Buddha certainly has a flair for irony, it seems. Certainly, I would expect him to be ravishing me by now – but instead, he is acting like yet another maiden to seduce.

Except that he is far more beautiful, elegant and powerful than any maiden I had ever had the pleasure of bedding. In fact, I regret having made the comparison at all.

I quickly remove both his pelt (I have always wondered what that thing was!) and his armor, and lay the pelt out like a blanket across the wet grass. I mean, why not? It is extremely soft to the touch, and I for one do not wish to get grass stains on my –

He drops his swords to the ground and stands. For a minute, I thought he was going to kill me after all! I hold my hand out, beckoning him to join me. Something indecipherable flashes through his eyes, and then, so quickly that even if I had been looking my eyes would have missed the movement, he’s on the pelt as well and his lips are crashing against mine.

My entire world exists of his lips right now, and again I am reminded that this is no maiden I am about to lay with. For his kiss is as filled with as much violence as passion, and to my surprise I find it extremely arousing. Certainly I have never been as hard as I am now from such a simple thing.

“Sesshoumaru…”

I whisper his name against his lips and he parts them in response. His tongue is flooding my mouth, mingling with mine and I tremble – to be able to kiss like that must surely be a sin. He is as talented with those lips and tongue as he is beautiful, and the hentai part of my mind – the part of which I deny having – thinks of other things he could do with those lips.

He pulls me onto his lap, and we frantically attack each others clothes. As we do so, I take notice of the pale, soft column of his neck. It looks too delicious to leave alone, so I don’t.

Honestly, who would have ever thought that the cold Lord of the West was capable of such delicious sounds? Especially when I trailed my lips across his pulse point – I swear he mewed like a kitten before growling. And that growl seemed to pass directly from his lips to my groin, since I’m now rock hard and pulsing as my shaft fills with blood, making it thicker than Inuyasha’s head.

And the boy is thick – I mean, since when is having two beautiful women in love with you such an angst ridden ordeal? Personally, I don’t see why he can’t have both instead of agonizing each and every day over which one to choose. It certainly would be the option I would take under the same circumstances.

I manage to remove his kimono and ponder for a moment what to do with it. It is so nice, after all, with the pretty little flowers decorating the corner. Still, when he decides that he’d prefer me without my own robes, the ‘pretty little kimono’ finds a nice home on the wet green grass, and I mentally cross my fingers that he won’t kill me when all is said and done for staining his wardrobe.

Certainly, I hope to put all thoughts of clothing out of his mind by that point at any rate.

He lies back and allows me to remove his hakama and boots, and I swallow at the image I’m presented with.

Did I say before that Sesshoumaru was like a god?

The gods have nothing on him.

He’s shivering, and wanton, and his skin is literally glistening as my eyes trail a path from the tip of his head to his toes.

Remember how I mused about his markings? Oh, he most certainly has them… elsewhere. On either side of his pelvis, around his ankles, and…

Mmmm….

He has a dark blue band around the base of his beautifully erect cock.

I swallow as I look at the organ.

If he decides to turn things around on us and take control, I am seriously in trouble. I mean… wow… I myself have been gifted in that particular area, but…

Wow.

“Mi…miroku..”

We partake in another mind blowing kiss, and I can feel his heart race as we come in contact with each other, skin to skin. I have never been so high on passion before, and a part of my mind is still convinced that this is all a dream. Certainly, I’ve had my fair share of passion induced dreams and -given my desire for the taiyoukai - he’s made quite a few appearances in them.

The thought that this all might be a dream emboldens me, and I worry my lips down his chest, where I pause for a moment to gentle nip at a rosy, erect nipple. After all, a breast is a breast – and I find his muscular, white chest to be even more erotic than any fleshy mound my lips have suckled in the past. Meanwhile, my hand seems to have a mind of its own, as it has found its way down to his shaft, and I clasp it – earning a sharp exclamation from him for my efforts.

“You… AHHH!”

Damn, he has a very sexy voice. And he roared – which was another sound that seemed to shoot straight through to my groin.

I’m so glad that he’s vocal – if there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s a quiet lover. After all, I am only a mere servant of Buddha, and I need reassurance that my performance is in accordance with the expectations that he has for his humble followers.

But as soft and silky as the organ feels gliding in and out of my clenched fist, I cannot help but wonder how it tastes – such a new experience needs to be evaluated in its full capacity after all – so I kiss my way down his chest and to the treasure that lies between his muscular thighs.

I know he’s watching me, and I wonder if anyone has ever done this for him before. Certainly I’ve had a maiden or twenty do this for me, so I am pretty confidant that I know what I’m doing – but somehow I just can’t picture the inuyoukai bitches that he probably consorts with doing the same.

One word: Fangs.

The image of which I find both painful and humorous, so I am forced to do something in order to keep myself from laughing out loud.

Huh. That was interesting. He just let out a stream of words I'd never thought I'd hear from someone as regal as him. Who would have ever thought that Sesshoumaru could cuss like Inuyasha? Seriously – with his head back, body thrashing, and cuss words falling out of his lips every few seconds, he’d give his brother a run for his money. But then again, I haven’t had the opportunity to deep throat Inuyasha’s cock, so who knows how the hanyou would react to such a thing?

He might even start reciting poetry and words of love.

Okay, now that thought definitely makes me giggle a little bit. Not a good thing to do when you have a mouthful of a beautiful, enormous cock that just happens to belong to one of the most dangerous youkai in Japan. But then again, I think that he’s too far gone to even notice or care about any humor I may find in the situation. And besides, I know from… personal experience… that the added vibrations caused by the vocal chords can definitely help to… enhance the experience.

“Oh… oh KAMI… Mir… miroku… Kami…”

Well, I must be doing something right. For a moment I wonder on how immensely lucky I am to have this youkai – of all the youkai in the world – naked and wanton before me, and completely submissive to my every whim.

Truly, the gods are happy with me. Now if they would only remove the hole in my hand…

“Feels… feels so…”

As I repeatedly bow down and pay homage to the god before me, I can’t help but to look up and see how he’s responding to me. Not that I can’t tell by the way his body is reacting, nor the words that are falling from his lips – I have never heard my name said so sweetly – but I just need to those golden eyes again.

The sight of the dog demon sprawled out in front of me with his normally immaculate hair in complete disarray, his eyes half lidded, his mouth open slightly, and his chest covered with a fine sheen of sweat almost makes me come from the pure visual, so I am forced to break away my gaze as I redouble my efforts on his beautiful cock.

“Aiiiiieeeeeeeee!”

Can I tell you once again that Sesshoumaru makes the sweetest sounds when he is being pleasured? Of course, I’m sure he wasn’t expecting me to caress him – there – but I couldn’t help myself. I wonder how else I can make him squeal… If I didn’t have a mouth full of a huge, slick cock than I would smirk at what I’m about to do. Certainly, no one has let me explore that particular area before… and besides, since I do not want to be on the receiving end of what my mouth is currently occupied with – I’m having enough trouble keeping myself from gagging as it is – I should at least do him the courtesy of letting him get used to the sensation.

Really. I’m probably going to die after this – but let it not be said that this humble servant of Buddha does not appreciate the beautiful things in this world to the fullest.

“MIROKU!”

I’m groaning again, and my cock is so hard I’m afraid I’m going to stain my fundoshi. Why am I still wearing the silly thing anyway?

Now I know I’m being selfish, but I need so badly to be inside of him that I increase my pace around him, even as I bury a finger inside of him – kami, he is so tight and hot – and search for that spot that Mushin told me about in a drunken stupor.

The thought of how Mushin may have found out about that spot sobers me up quickly, and I’m no longer in dire need of entry.

“NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”

Gah! Think of Mushin! Think of Mushin! Oh Kami, think of Mushin naked with Totosai!

I curl my finger, and it seems that I have found that spot that my fat drunken master once told me about, because all of a sudden Sesshoumaru is thrashing again and coming like a geyser in my mouth. The liquid is a bit salty, but not at all unpleasant, and I take it eagerly, once again bemused and baffled beyond belief that *I* was able to do this for *him*.

“OH KAMI… MIRRROOOOOKKKKU… FFFFFUUUCCCKKK!”

Again, he’s cursing – and that alone has me swelling with pride. Never would I thought that I could bring the taiyoukai such pleasure that he would cast aside his normal cold and stoic behavior for something a lot more… animated.

God, he is so beautiful when he comes. His whole face lights up and his eyes go a clear, clear golden that is as bright as the sun, and he looks like an angel, sprawled out before me. I wish that I had Kagome’s picture taking contraption from the future so that I could capture this moment for all eternity … and use the resulting image on those lucky nights when we are offered room and board as a result of my exceptional exorcism skills.

He falls completely onto his back, spent, and I crawl up to him, placing small kisses upon his body as I do so. When I am finally lying directly on top of him, I capture his lips again in a lazy, but still impassioned kiss. He returns the kiss eagerly, and is not at all put off by the taste of himself in my mouth. I find that incredibly arousing, and I am reminded of my own pressing need, which is currently pressed into the spot just above his pelvic bone. Kami, he is tall.

He gives me a quite humorous and completely innocent look, that if it were anyone else underneath me I would laugh at the naivety of it. I can tell that he’s confused about my current… state. Well, far be it from me to leave him in the dark.

I trail a line of kisses over to the shell of his ear, and delicately nip at the point of it.

“We are far from over, dear taiyoukai…” I whisper huskily, and I am thrilled at the shiver I receive in response. I continue to lavish attention upon his delicate ear, and when I feel his own arousal come to life again against my leg, I cannot help but to smile.

Buddha, you have been good to your humble servant on this day.


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End part IV