Theories

Theories- chapter 4

"Rin!" One word and the raven-haired child froze in place. "Stand away from Miroku. Be mindful of his place, now." Sesshomaru's voice was stern, not angry.

"Yes, My Lord." Rin lowered her arms to her side, but the smile didn't leave her face. She took one step back from her "Houshi", as she liked to call him and bowed slightly.

A slightly stunned Miroku sat and listened to the interchange between the demon lord and his ward. The way she knew exactly the right thing to do, and the wrong thing- well not wrong, but what she knew she could get away with- was amazing. The shock of her overt reaction to the announcement of the upcoming mating wore off and he smiled. He hadn't thought about it before. Perhaps there was going to be more to this "mating" than just being bed partner to Sesshomaru. He was glad someone was happy for him. "Yes, Rin, I suppose I will become your new daddy, along with Lord Sesshomaru." Miroku caught the side-glare of amber eyes towards him at that last statement. Perhaps implying that Sesshomaru was a "daddy" was not a wise thing to do. Deciding diplomacy with his intended mate was in order, he hastily added, "That is if Lord Sesshomaru approves." Emphasis was made on reminding her that he too referred to the demon lord as "Lord Sesshomaru"

Rin held her breath, turned her head slightly towards the demon lord and gave a sideward glance. She knew from experiences with Jaken how he cowered when he made an error in talking to Lord Sesshomaru, this was one of those times. She waited for a hand to bop the monk on the head, or a rock to be thrown at him. Nothing happened so she slowly exhaled. She marveled at the way "Houshi" could say something and not upset Lord Sesshomaru, at least not when she was there. Perhaps there would be something said or done if she left, and that is what she decided was best. Bowing first to Miroku and then Sesshomaru, she asked permission to leave, and help Master Jaken tidy up the site. When Sesshomaru nodded, she scampered off.

Miroku waited for Sesshomaru's reaction to the events that had just taken place. Was he going to be scolded for impropriety or merely told to be more mindful of his way of speaking? Minutes passed, the suspense was building and he couldn't take the silence that lingered after Rin left. Finally, he had to say something, so he put on his widest grin and looked at the one to whom he would soon call 'mate'. "That went rather well, don't you think? At least better than the reaction we got last night."

Sesshomaru glanced over at the child, who was now helping Jaken sit up. Directing his attention to the toad demon, and not the monk, he spoke. "Jaken."

Scurrying to his feet and running over, bowing low to the ground, Jaken hesitantly replied, "Yes. Milord?"

"Jaken, properly greet my mate." The command was given, immediate recognition expected.

Jaken rose, swallowed hard, and turned to Miroku and bowed. "I am very pleased to hear you accepted our Master's proposal." The words seemed to choke Jaken as he spoke, but he got them out.

Miroku knew this was not going to be easy, and Jaken's total hatred for anything human was evident. He had observed the way Jaken treated Rin, like some pesky gnat that wouldn't go away, but since Sesshomaru wanted her there, and expected her to be well-treated, she was. He didn't expect to get the same courtesy from the toady demon that had burned his backside a few times with that two-headed staff. "Thank you, Master Jaken," was his reply; letting Jaken know that he did know his place, at least for now. He assumed a position in rank between Rin and Jaken, and until informed otherwise, was going to remain there.

After this tension-filled exchange was done, Sesshomaru dismissed Jaken, telling him to finish cleaning up the site and seeing to Rin's breakfast. It was at just that moment when Miroku's stomach growled. He hadn't eaten since sunset the day before, and he was getting hungry. Jaken snickered at the rumbling from the monk's stomach, and waddled off to fulfill his duties as ordered.

"Miroku, why did you not say you were hungry?" Another caring concern?

"I didn't realize it until just now, My Lord." He was honest. The anticipation of Jaken and Rin's reactions to the news of the betrothal had left him with butterflies in his stomach, and eating before now would have caused a most unwelcome, human reaction.

Sesshomaru got up, and started walking away from the camp. "Come." Again, Miroku followed dutifully. He was finding that his training as a monk was going to come in quite handy in obeying elders and those of authority.

In a meadow, about a quarter of a mile from the campsite was a grove of trees. Branches were hanging low bearing the burden of ripening fruits that had not been tended by humans or demons all season. "Take as much as you want, and bring extra back with you for Rin." Sesshomaru pointed to a discarded basket near the base of a tree, then turned and walked away.

Miroku rushed over, picked up the basket and proceeded to the various trees, selecting ripe, but not over ripened fruit from each one. There were pears, apples, peaches, and, of course, cherries abounding. When the basket was almost overflowing with the bountiful harvest, Miroku returned to the site. He and Rin filled themselves greedily until both were well sated and neither could eat another bite.

When done, Miroku looked around; Jaken was sitting by a tree taking a nap. Ah-Un was nearby grazing on the grass, but Sesshomaru was nowhere to be seen. Not liking to be left with a minion that decidedly hated humans and the child, he got up and headed towards the place he thought Sesshomaru might go. “Rin, please stay here and mind the camp. I am going to find Lord Sesshomaru.” Rin merely smiled and nodded, and Miroku headed towards the cliff.

There, in the shade of an ancient willow, sat Sesshomaru. He looked majestic, with his back upright against the tree trunk, one leg outstretched and the other bent up, so his foot was flat on the ground. The late morning sun was heating up the air, and the morning dew had long since evaporated. Now, a gentle, dry breeze blew, swishing the delicate leaves of the willow like a gigantic fan over the demon lord’s head. The breeze also carried Miroku’s scent as he entered the area, and Sesshomaru turned to face the monk. He beckoned Miroku to come towards him, and as he approached, was motioned to sit beside Sesshomaru.

The two sat in the peaceful quiet for several minutes, taking in the natural beauty of the area. Sesshomaru still had a view of the campsite below, which now was barren. During the time he was making his intentions with Miroku known to Rin and Jaken, the others had departed the area. When he returned to the cliff, they were already far off in the distance and by now were totally out of sight.

In the light of day, Miroku could see down in the valley, also, and was now aware that Sesshomaru had been observing them from this lofty perch. ‘So that’s how he knew I wasn’t in the campsite last night.’ The idea that Sesshomaru was watching out for him was touching. He must have smiled, because he caught Sesshomaru gazing at him.

“What amuses you, Miroku?” It was a question that caught the monk by surprise.

Turning to meet eyes that reflected the golden glow of the sun, Miroku was mesmerized. All of their private encounters had always been at night, and only the moonlight reflected in those amber eyes. In the light of day, they were more dazzling and hypnotizing breathtaking than he ever remembered.

“Miroku?” Sesshomaru’s voice indicated concern.

“What?” Then he snapped out of his haze. “I’m sorry, nothing, My Lord, nothing amuses me. I just realized that from here you could see the place where we camped last night. Is that how you knew I was missing?”

Sesshomaru didn’t realize that Miroku could see in the valley that well, and was actually caught off-guard. He would have to be more observant of his human from now on. “Yes.” The answer was simple and direct.

“Ah. It makes sense now: your sudden appearance, the exchange with InuYasha, all of it. I’m sorry if I worried you.” He was sincere, not remembering that Sesshomaru never “worried” about anything or anyone.

“It is over, they are gone.” That ended the repartee.

There was a slight gust of wind, and Sesshomaru caught a whiff of something quite pleasant. Although he could not understand it, Miroku was aroused again. He had done or said nothing to invite it, but it was there. An aroused Miroku always had the same effect on Sesshomaru- lust! Taking full advantage of the private place and timing, Sesshomaru reached over and wrapped his arm around Miroku, pulling him closer, and at the same time, leaned down and captured surprised lips in a deep kiss.

Miroku was breathless. He closed his eyes and gave into his own desires. He wrapped his arms around Sesshomaru, opened his mouth slightly, inviting the kiss to become more passionate. He was rewarded when Sesshomaru slipped his tongue past his parted lips and ran it lazily along the bottom of his upper teeth, then delved into the waiting cavern. The taste of Sesshomaru on his own tongue was like nectar from the gods. He sucked on the tasty muscle for a moment and became heady; his body seemed to melt closer to Sesshomaru’s. So caught in the rapture of this passionate kiss, Miroku didn’t notice that Sesshomaru had managed to untie the knot on his robes. As they fell from his shoulders, a breeze blew across his bare skin causing him to shiver. Again, as if by instinct, mokomoko wrapped around him, like a soothing shield from the wind, only this time, loose enough so Sesshomaru’s hand could easily maneuver over Miroku’s flesh.

Sesshomaru never stopped his oral assault on Miroku’s mouth as he moved his hand from the monk’s shoulder, down his back, and up again. The motion forced the gathered material to cascade down Miroku’s body, pooling on the ground around his legs. Soon, he leaned over, forcing Miroku to lie on his back, mokomoko providing a billowy cushion between the grassy knoll and his body. Once his body was prone, Miroku opened his eyes and watched intently as Sesshomaru did away with his own clothing. Lifting his hips slightly, he allowed Sesshomaru to pull away the crumpled material that formed his robes. As Sesshomaru descended upon Miroku’s naked body, mokomoko wrapped an end around, covering the bared backside of the demon lord. The two were, in essence, wrapped in a loving cocoon, holding and caressing each other’s bodies. Only the slightest of breezes kept them from become sweaty from the frictioned heat their body contact created.

Fingers roamed over skin and nails grazed sides and backs, as the two rolled in a frenzy of lust in the grass. Soon, the need for more intimate contact was needed as both males sported stiff, throbbing erections. Hands moved faster and nails dug into flesh as heated arousals rubbed against one another.
Sesshomaru moved a leg and ran it up the inside of his lover’s leg, along his thigh until a carefully placed knee was felt pressuring a hardened sack. Miroku moaned and arched his body into Sesshomaru’s to gain more contact. “Take me! Take me now, Sesshomaru!” Miroku was begging, his need to be filled by his demon lord overtaking him.

Lust was all-consuming for Sesshomaru, and his instincts took over. Wanting and needing this as much as Miroku, the demon lord turned Miroku over so he was face- down, his bare ass now rubbed against the demon’s hard-on. Mokomoko slid away from the two bodies and lay silently at Sesshomaru’s side. Sesshomaru balanced on his arm and maneuvered perfectly behind the wanton monk. With determined self-control, he thrust hard into the unprepared entrance, extracting a loud, painful groan from Miroku; stopping all further movement until the monk had time to adjust to the penetration.

Miroku tried to muffle his scream at the intrusion. When Sesshomaru halted his motions, Miroku focused on breathing and tried to relax. He wanted this, and knew it would be most fulfilling if he could will his rigid body to cooperate. Taking several cleansing breaths, and exhaling slowly, his body finally cooperated and he felt the tenseness in his muscles ease. Once they were relaxed, he turned his head to peer at Sesshomaru, who was watching his face for a signal he was ready to proceed. A slightly teary-eyed, but smiling face met the demon lord’s gaze. “Okay,” was all he said, the indication he wanted Sesshomaru to continue. Once the demon lord knew his human partner was not physically harmed, he renewed his thrusts with vigor. His angle was perfect as he brushed against the hidden bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Miroku’s body.

The internal stimulation that Sesshomaru gave was causing Miroku’s erection to become painful. He knew he needed something external to assist him reach orgasm, since he wanted to come at the same time as his lover. It was always far more gratifying when it happened that way, so he took his own hand, and reached beneath his prone body, firmly grasping his manhood. As Sesshomaru continued to pound into his tight anal cavity, Miroku rubbed his shaft from base to sensitive tip. Both males reached climax simultaneously, Miroku spilling his seed on his hand and the ground; praising Sesshomaru’s name to the gods of the four winds. In response, Sesshomaru pumped his hot essence deep within the monk’s backside, howling as only the greatest Inu-demon could.

After expending themselves, Sesshomaru relaxed his arm and fell to Miroku’s side. Heavy pants and gasps for air were the only noises that now filled the solitary cliff-side meadow. The breeze was cooling their overheated bodies, and again, mokomoko wrapped around them. In short time, the pair was sleeping soundly, wrapped in the warmth of the fur and each other’s embrace.

TBC