UnBound Memories

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Warning: Lime.

Tenshi Youkai: Thanks for the support. I'm sorry for the typos. My computer died, and so the previous uploads were done after 2 revisions, with the last one done only after 1 (I wanted to cry. 30 pages of this story were completed and lost). This chapter, I've read over several times (I'm sure I still missed something), but it should be better. I am also glad that it is not too obvious that this is my first such fic. I write often, but wanted to force myself to write things outside of my comfort zone with familiar characters.

Chapter 7

It has connected us

“How long are you going to sleep?” a baritone voice asked as Miroku began to open his eyes. Looking up, he found the Lord of the West kneeling beside him, eyes slightly hooded, knuckles gently caressing his cheek.

“My hand,” Miroku said, raising the cursed hand, only to find that the marks made by the demon were gone. “How?”

“I exchanged some blood with you.” Sesshomaru’s hand began brushing back Miroku’s bangs from his eyes. “Not only will it protect you from my poison, but I think you will find, until it has been released from your system, it will protect you from the saimyoshos.” Wide-eyed, Miroku could say nothing, as those clawed fingers tentatively moved down his cheek and under his chin. “The blood exchange appears to have done something else as well.” The hand moved behind Miroku’s head as Sesshomaru’s moved downward. “It has connected us.” The strong hand pulled Miroku’s head upward, and the monk was quite honestly afraid to fight off the rather large demon above him.

The long, moonlight-colored hair, draped over Miroku’s head like a curtain, closing off his world to only his face and that of the powerful inuyoukai above. When Sesshomaru dipped his mouth toward Miroku’s, all the monk could do in response was gasp as the slightly rough lips reached his own. Sesshomaru ended the kiss, placing Miroku’s head back on the ground, as though cradling a baby and putting it in its crib.

“I need you to listen to me,” the demon said, as he gracefully swung his left leg over Miroku, effectively straddling the man below him. That clawed hand reached once again behind the houshi’s head, this time slicing through the leather band which held his hair back in the tiny ponytail.

“I did not want to hurt you, but I saw the trade with Naraku as our only opportunity of getting Naraku, himself, in the open.”

Miroku tried to speak, but found that whatever that very skilled hand was doing to his scalp and hair at the moment was leaving him incapable of nearly all coherent thought. Sesshomaru leaned down once again and placed his mouth to Miroku’s, his lips parted just enough to slide his tongue through, gently teasing the human’s mouth. As though by instinct, Miroku parted his own lips, giving the demon full access to the wet cavern below, which was aided by Sesshomaru who pulled Miroku towards himself as the monk rested on his elbows.

Miroku couldn’t explain why he was so eager to continue this kiss. Certainly, he had never been the submissive one, usually the first to plunge a tongue into the depths of a woman’s mouth, often receiving a smack across the face for it, but if he had ever met a woman with the skill of this demon, he surely would have given up dominance if it could feel only half so good. The organ in his mouth seemed to know exactly how to massage Miroku’s own tongue to elicit unconscious moans from the dark-haired man, and it certainly had wasted no time in familiarizing itself with the monk’s mouth, rubbing against every tooth, along the ridges of his gums, and doing incredibly suggestive things to his tongue.

Miroku, feeling that he needed to respond with more than the occasional vocalization, began sucking the pink organ and sliding his own tongue into the demon’s awaiting mouth. He was not trying to gain dominance, only a bit of the familiarity with this mouth that Sesshomaru had already achieved in his own.

There was a shifting above him, and he could only imagine the face he made as Sesshomaru pulled away, which was accompanied by a whimper that escaped his lips, one he, embarrassed, hoped didn’t repeat itself.

“Monk,” Sesshomaru said, once again using that very skilled hand of his to move himself down Miroku’s chest until he was sitting directly over the monk’s aching groin. The added heat only served to ensure that Miroku was fully at attention, which didn’t seem to faze the demon resting atop the hardened member. “Miroku, I am going to steal the shard from InuYasha’s miko, and I am not going to do it with any kind of stealth or skill. I am going to take it from her in full view of everyone.”

That hand then moved to Miroku’s neck, the claws gently scraping at the skin beneath them, yet not marking it, moving down to his collarbone, and pulling away at the black robe which covered his chest. He could hear as the robe was shredded, and there was very little of him that actually cared. He only wanted more contact with the pale creature sitting on top of him.

As though hearing his request, Sesshomaru began pulling his white haori off, leaving the obi and hakama.

“I am going to take the shard to Naraku, but the path I take will be obvious enough that even an unskilled human could track it. I do not even plan to go very much ahead of the others. I want them behind me, but not too terribly far behind.”

Sesshomaru gathered his hair behind him, then threw it over his left shoulder, as though trying to block Miroku’s view of the missing arm before the haori slid down the perfectly sculpted shoulders and back, then was thrown to the side with very little care. Somehow, though, the monk doubted that even the absence of this limb could mar the demon’s perfection that now laid before him. The remaining right hand planted itself beside Miroku’s neck while the mouth, fangs and all, began sucking and nibbling at his jaw line, neck and ear. In return, the monk slid his still-wrapped hand behind the demon’s neck, curling itself in that soft hair, encouragingly pulling the demon‘s chest into contact with his own.

“I know how much you want to attack Naraku for yourself,” Sesshomaru said as he neared Miroku’s ear, the hot air making the monk squirm in anticipation beneath him, “but I need you outside, fighting off the demon hoards. You will need to lead Kouga’s pack as well as Jaken and the demon slayer, and I want you to protect Rin.”

Miroku turned his head to look into the amber-colored eyes. “You trust me to guard her?”

Sesshomaru pressed his chest to Miroku’s and rubbed his cheek along the monk’s. “Yes, and she trusts you.”

The demon began moving his face downward, tracing over Miroku’s collarbone with that agile tongue, licking its way along the breastbone until the mouth had reached the monk’s right nipple, which the fangs tenderly began to assault, never drawing blood, only eliciting moans as it stood nearly as erect as the lower half of his body. Seeing that he had left the mate unattended, Sesshomaru moved to the right, repeating the process once again, receiving the same pleasured sounds from the human.

“I need you to be my voice to the others. I need you to tell them all that I’m telling you now.” Using tongue and lips, the inu kissed his way downward, over Miroku’s ticklish stomach, inserting that surprisingly smooth tongue into Miroku’s naval, eliciting a humiliating squeal. “I need you to make them understand. I want the rest to follow me into the village to help me defeat Naraku, just as we had discussed before. The human girl needs to be riding on the neko, and InuYasha and Kouga on the ground below.”

Sesshomaru slid entirely off of Miroku, who once again whimpered, no longer caring that he had, at the loss of the hot body above him. He was leaning on his elbows, watching as the inuyoukai made rags of what was left of his black robe and anything he might have been wearing beneath it. Miroku was now fully exposed to the air and to the fanged creature above him. From here, he wasn’t sure how the demon would want to proceed.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that white head to bob downward, that tongue the monk had grown so fond of was licking the slit of his organ, lips occasionally offering a kiss, fangs occasionally grazing but never painfully. Sesshomaru moved away for a moment, sliding his hand down Miroku’s side, goosebumps pricking up all over his body. “You will be able to use the kazaana on the demons without fear,” Sesshomaru said, using a single claw to trace the underside of Miroku’s shaft.

“Be-because of your blood?” Miroku asked, trying to keep his mind focused despite the incredibly distracting situation he found himself in.

“Because you do not yet have a child.” Miroku once again lost sight of the demon’s face as he felt Sesshomaru resume his activities with his mouth, feeling as the head of his penis was now fully within Sesshomaru’s mouth, the tongue of the demon doing some awfully wonderful things. With a faint pop from the suction of the inuyoukai’s mouth, Miroku’s member was released, and Sesshomaru continued. “That is part of the curse. It is passed down from generation to generation. You have no children, so you cannot yet be consumed by the kazaana, as there is no one to pass it on to. It is a simple fact that I would have thought someone would have explained to you. Why do you think you are so determined to procreate?”

Sesshomaru dipped his head down again and ran his tongue up the length of Miroku’s cock, which had yet to complete with the release it so desperately needed. The demon then reached his arm out and pulled Miroku into a seated position, plundering his lips once again. This time, though Miroku could taste something a bit salty on the demon’s tongue. Sesshomaru pulled away, moving to Miroku’s ear, resting his teeth around the metal there, then pulling away to whisper, “Now, I need you to wake up.”

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Miroku opened his eyes hearing loud shouts coming from the courtyard. He was on a bed somewhere, and as his eyes opened, he watched as a dark-haired figure, presumably Sango, ran from the room. He was curled on his side in sleep, thankfully, hiding the bulge in his robe. Trying to wrap his mind around Sesshomaru’s words in his dream, rather than his actions, Miroku used deep breathing to settle his mind and his member as quickly as he could.

As he ran outside, feeling that enough of the remnants of his dream had faded, and watched as Sesshomaru dodged attacks from Inuyasha. He really was stealing the shikon shard, but to what end?
“If what he said could be trusted…” Miroku said aloud as he ran after the dark blur that had already fled.

“It can be, monk.”