Encounter by Sensei and Talon

By Salome-sensei and Talonsage
For Gakusei (pseudohanyou), a Valentine with Dirty (FILTHY) Love

Authors' Note: We roleplay these fics. Keep an eye out after the first few paragraphs for when we begin going back and forth (one paragraph for Mir, one for Sess).

Warning: Dogcock! Don't complain if you opt to read it and don't wanna know that Sesshoumaru's dick looks like a dogdick!

Encounter

I watch you, Miroku. When you're unaware. And you're always unaware. For someone whose spiritual aura is so strong, you are in many ways a pathetic excuse for a monk. Would you be surprised to learn that I know your name? That I cast my taiyoukai eyes upon you and see you for what you truly are? I am the only one who does see you, who recognizes you. Deeply. You need me, Miroku, and you do not even know it.

The mortal women with whom you travel merely skim the surface of you. They cast you as potent ally in battle and a ridiculous lecher elsewise. They make use of what you bring them when you seduce with pretty lies and occasional legitimacy in ridding villages of lesser demons or other weak threats. They eat the rice, sleep on soft mats, rest easily. Even the slayer—whose ripeness for your claim every man, demon, and beast can smell from the Western Lands to the eastern shore—does not truly wish to know you.

My useless half-brother is oblivious to anyone but himself and his own needs. I watch him beckon you into the forest at night, take you away from the others, and feed you his need, his filthy hanyou cock deep within your bowels. He has no idea who you are, even when you offer him your muffled groans and your leaking hardness. He barely touches you, no matter how hard he fucks you.

I will touch you, monk. This day. Something makes you wander from the others on some unnamed mission of your own. You could not name it if you tried. You come to the barren rock ledge and sit, waiting. You hold your breath. I hear your heartbeat. I swoop, an armored bird of prey. The wind carries me to you: I am your deepest fantasy and your darkest nightmare made demonflesh. Look upon me and know yourself.

I brushed off their queries as to my destination and reason for it like so many buzzing insects. It was the easiest thing in the world, and yet I can barely draw breath. The aura of the approaching youkai is unmistakable and yet I remain sitting in a show of meditation. But my mind is anything but calm and my body, though still, is not under my own control. Why would I come here alone? And why, when he approaches do I not summon my friends, or even myself? What is wrong with me?

It does not surprise me that you do not move as I approach, Miroku. Still as quarry, quiet as an expectant lover. Which do you envision you are at this moment?

My mind races. What should I do? Should I assume he approaches to fight? To kill? Even as I consider my shakajou beside me, I do not move my hands from my knees. My legs are folded beneath my robes in a meditative pose. I focus on my breath, except every inhale draws his aura to me. And then I realize: I am being stalked. I am prey. Well done, Miroku, I think, as nothing in my demeanor or position changes. The taiyoukai draws nearer and I wonder if I hope Inuyasha will sense the approach of his brother or whether I hope he will not. The only thing I am certain of is that I cannot move from this spot.

"Do you meditate upon your death?" I ask, voice a toneless purr that draws fear and arousal from you like a sword's edge draws blood.

My answer comes from my mouth in a voice far steadier than I feel. "I do, on occasion. I carry my death with me, fate sealed in silk and stone." It is the truth. Also a harsh vow I had exacted from Inuyasha, should my kazaana begin to consume me, to get everyone as far from me as possible. There is no saving me when the curse comes for me, but I will not allow it to claim those who are as my family now. Of course, it is not the only way to die, but unless Naraku is killed, it is that death I see stretching before me. Clarity from an unknown source tells me this dog is not here for my death. I am an easy target for his poison claws, or any of the blades he carries, sitting as I am. No, he has not come for my death. Then...what?

I take the final step to bring me to his back. He does not move or turn, meet my eyes or look away. He simply sits, answering my questions, showing me glimpses of the self I have come to see, to take hold of as no one else dares. I reach a finger down and slit the tie that binds his rough-cropped hair and watch its thin silk spread around his neck and kiss his shoulders.

I gasp as my hair is tugged then freed, and I hunch my shoulders slightly. The breeze brushes my face. "What did you do that for?"

"When you speak, monk, make the words worth the breath." I take his hair in my hands, baby fine and black as night, and yank it back at the skull, pulling him to his feet. I breathe in the scent of his surprise, marveling that he can be so naïve still.

My yelp surprises me and I'm on my feet as he yanks me up. I realize in an instant how much smaller I am than he...how different we are...and how similar. And I wonder if something in me responded to him. If he summoned me here in a perverse reverse of the master and the dog dynamic. "I don't suppose you're here to offer to bear my child," I say before I can stop myself.

"I am here to destroy you." I cannot help but reply to his jest—words so foolish and futile, the strength behind them so alluring. I release his hair and draw my claws around and across his chest, shredding his absurd robes: layers of cloth protecting that which I can smell and see as though he were naked before me. I nick his pale throat, poison withheld, and bring my lips to his ear. "And to free you."

The word holds so many meanings, and my hand goes to the nick in my neck. I can feel the blood well up beneath my fingertips. "Why?" I ask, as though I am not naked and bleeding before him. "Why destroy me? Why free me? Why me?" I gaze up...I have to look up to see his eyes, and I wish for Inuyasha's nose. I glean nothing from his expression...and his aura has turned a color and pattern I do not fully recognize.

"Who else?" At last he is looking at me, and my gaze burns into his. From afar, I have always known they would look as they do: deep, lost, brave, untouched. So much pain in his life, little traumas plaguing a little human life. But there is more. Or I would not be here. Before he turns away, I must do it; I must say his name and feed upon his reaction. "Who else, Miroku?"

I shrug a little. "How should I know?" But my voice is a whisper. I think of things that I don't utter...Rin...Kohaku...Inuyasha...but there is just him, and I shiver before him. "I...I..."

I bring my mouth down to taste the blood and his throat and his fingers across it with a swipe of my tongue. Mortality: there is no taste quite like it. I could become addicted to its flavor. I run my claws down his belly and slit his fundoshi as well. Would that I still had my other hand to relieve myself of armor and weapons. But that will come too. First, this.

My mouth opens, but the only sound is my breath, gasping. My cock, I can tell is trying to appraise the situation, and has half risen to the occasion. I have no idea if Sesshoumaru is hard or not. Or what is going to happen. Oh, of course I THINK I know...but then I still don't really know what brought me here in the first place, and I wonder what his cock looks like. That thought brings my own little monk around a little more...

I am not gentle when I take hold of his shaft and watch his eyes close and his head tip back against my chest. I will not be gentle as I bring you to know yourself through me. The occasion does not call for tenderness, nor am I temperamentally inclined to it. I turn my clenched palm downwards and let my claws scrape his balls. Feel me, Miroku. "Look at me as I take you."

I cry out and my eyes open at his command. "Take...me?" As though the concept were one I was not familiar with. I'm a monk for fuck's sake. It's just been...awhile. And...never with a presence like this. A whimper catches in my throat.

As rewarding as his first wide gaze of acknowledgement was, the snap of his lids at my words is even more satisfying. My cock jumps, reaching for its prey. He cannot fail to feel it against the curve of his lower back, and it is more gift than he deserves. But I am generous with this one, my hardness a reward for his obedience and that small sound of need. I continue to knead and needle his stiffening cock and delicate balls with devoted, skilled fingers. How easy it would be to let the poison flow forth and into him, making this experience of a taiyoukai both his first and his last.

I cannot move away from him. I am not at all certain I wish to, but that isn't the point. The point is that I am completely incapable...immobile. And I feel, against my back what he pricks and rubs at my front. I attempt to swallow, but my mouth is dry. I have nothing with me, nothing at hand that could make this experience...easier. On me at least. But then, even if I did would he be inclined to use it? And I want to see it. Fuck I do. I have seen Inuyasha many a time, and his cock is more human than not, but it does retain a particular shape...the tip is not what mine is. He and I have...done for each other as male friends do...something I took pride in teaching him. Somehow I get the feeling that I am not the teacher in this situation.

That panting mouth, the scent of his desire, his spiritual aura that makes him alone among mortals worthy of this moment…if any mortal can be. If I cannot forgive you for drawing me thus, I can alleviate the tension in my loins in use of you. I release those vulnerable genitals and step back, seeing you stumble as you become aware of just how fully you had been leaning into my body, yielding yourself to me. Awareness is all, Miroku. Learn. I release my cock from my hakama. Now look upon and serve it. "On your knees before me."

I only JUST stop myself from falling, and then again only just stop myself from obeying at once. Nothing in his manner questions that I will obey him. He is correct. Damnit. That aura is so strong my eyes water. Once I am certain of the earth beneath my feet, once I am grounded again to myself, to the earth and the heavens, my knees bend of their own accord. Or so I tell myself. As my knees touch the rock I get a sudden image of a much younger Inuyasha in the same position, and I look up, for a moment through his eyes. Good gods, the dog lord is enormous, in physical being as well as spiritual. So THAT's where Inuyasha gets that sense at times where he appears much larger than he actually is. Must be a dog thing.

I would grin, were I given to such crass display. Leave the excess to my half-brother who gets it from both parents. It is my Lady Mother and I who know the value of keeping one's mind and heart to oneself, never betraying that which is no one else's due. Neither in voice nor visage do my enemies or my allies know me. Unless I wish them to. True, there is my child. Rin seems able to see the smile within when I bestow my approving gaze upon her. But no one else. Let the monk search deep: I see the awe in your eyes even now. My magnificence is reflected in you. I pump my cock in my fist until he turns his gaze downward to look upon it. See, human, what few others ever will: the perfection of the inuyoukai member.

Eye to eye with his cock...so to speak...my own eyes must grow wider. Sesshoumaru gives the appearance of both delicacy and power, and the hand that strokes his thick cock is finely boned and elegant...and, large as it is, his cock is not dwarfed by his fist.

I watch him watching me. How long my eyes have feasted from a distance. Now, heavy-lidded, they relish your nearness. More than I want to admit. Worthy even in your unworthiness are you, Miroku. The slender, glistening red shoot blooms forth from alabaster foreskin. More human than its larger, inu manifestation when I am my trueform, still I feel and relish its alien beauty in your gaze. Would that you had a nose as sensitive as mine—or even my half-brother's—to drink in its beauty with more than your eyes. Nonetheless, there are other senses as well…touch and taste… "How will you worship the glory before you…Miroku?" Your name burns my tongue each time I utter it, and I bask in the sting.

My mouth opens slightly. It isn't dry anymore. How long since I had a cock in my mouth? Too long. Inuyasha's a bit shy about THAT, though I've coaxed him once or twice. But this...it glistens and beckons and...did he just say worship? That makes me cock my gaze upwards for a moment, but the smell of male pulls me nearer to that dick. It's a monster.

I hold my breath and curse myself inwardly for it. Such honor I do this fool…but he knows it, and that threatens to unravel my composure. Bad enough that I could never stand up fully to my Lord Father. Disgusting that I did not shun but allowed my bastard brother to serve me as a child. And humiliating that I used Tenseiga to bring another child into my protection, this one a human female with no more connection to me than the flowers she picks for me. And now? This monk with his aura and eyes of violet sunset. I continue to stroke myself as he licks his lips. I push away foolish thoughts of weakness that do not become me. If a mortal lover was good enough for my Lord Father, how much moreso is this more-than-human monk.

I look up again, just to be sure and when I bring my gaze back to his cock a drop of fluid has welled from the slit at the tip and I cannot hold myself back. Why I wanted to in the first place I do not know. I rise from my heels and hesitantly bring my tongue to taste that fluid...bitter and salty and fuck...god's nectar to me.

I feast on the sight of your pink animal tongue, reaching out to savor the heretofore unknown. Always brave, merely in need of one to channel your energy. Naraku will be destroyed and your curse lifted, but that will lead only to directionlessness. I will guide you. I blink slowly as your soft wet touch passes over the tip of me, then half-open my eyes again. How little it takes to still my mind, even when it should not have taken even that.

I feel his eyes on me. All three of them. I reach out again to lick and taste the unfamiliar flavor. Even this base fluid tastes of your power. My tongue is bolder now and eager to taste and feel and it does so, all over that throbbing head...oh gods.

Ahh. Yes. "Show me, Miroku." Let my magnificence unleash your feral need, summon me from my ennui into the shimmer of your psyche and the warm wetness of your mouth.

Permission? Or plea. Surely Sesshoumaru never wants for sexual companionship. But sucking cock is something I learned in my boyhood, though I can only remember one other cock that could even compare to this one. Gently, I begin to suck on the head.

I groan, and loathe both myself and the monk for it. I should have taken him the moment I first laid eyes on him. Relieved the tension. Denied the mystery. But instead I have watched and stalked the undeserving lecher, and now too much is at stake for the composure I desire. I take my hand off my cock and shove his head down, impaling him on the length. Let us see how well your monastery education has taught you oral service, Miroku. And let me deepen your knowledge.

It's a shock to discover that I still have a gag reflex. I thought I'd long ago disposed of the annoyance, but then when have I been challenged thusly in recent months? Or years? I gag even as I try to focus on swallowing, knowing that is the only way to take his length and girth without hurting either one of us, still my arms flail.

Involuntary resistance, beautiful surrender, whorish need. I smell and feel it all in your mouth's embrace, in the clutch of your throat. My fingers tighten in your short thatch of hair. I cannot resist the appeal of force.

I know my cock is leaking, because the tip is now cold. My eyes turn upward, appealing as he allows me to come off enough to breathe, then forces me back down. I like the pull on my hair...why else do I grab Sango's ass when I know what it will result in? The stinging pain sends shocks of pleasure through me and I make a strangled moan when I come back up again from throating his cock.

The softness of his suckling, the tightness of his throat: it has been too long since I felt this pleasure that is the right of a taiyoukai. Though of a shortlived and pitiful species, I cannot deny it is good to have a grown, skilled man attend me. But I am impatient for more. "Present yourself to be entered."

I come off his cock with a pop. "I thought I WAS being entered. What exactly do you call shoving your huge meat down my throat?"

Too good to be true. That he could keep his idiocy at bay for the entire encounter was certainly far too much to count on, even to hope for. I snarl, showing fang. I keep my voice is low, emotionless, but there is menace. Killing the monk then fucking his lifeless body is starting to sound better than listening to him babble. "Get your worthless ass in the air before I change my mind and send you back to my pathetic excuse for a brother and that prude of a slayer."

I can't contain my smirk as I breach his impassive barrier. "If it is so worthless to you, I wonder that a magnificent taiyoukai like yourself even bothers with it...me." I hesitate though. I DO want that cock...but I don't want it dry. Rather than obey him instantly, I bow, on my knees, instead. "In truth, Lord Sesshoumaru, I would gladly prepare myself for you...but...I have nothing to amply...well...prepare myself with."

I feel poison begin to seep into my fangs, that familiar, drawing sensation. I step forward and lift his face by wrapping my claws around his throat. He is an idiot with a glib tongue, a deathwish and a keen sense of self-preservation both. But he does inform me of something new: my brother clearly has not developed the necessary hormones for creating inuyoukai pre-ejaculate. I had thought the oil they used during their clumsy coupling was merely some enhancement or stimulant when it was actually further proof of his inadequacy. I tip his head down. "Take hold of my cock, infant."

I don't move or even breathe when he takes hold of my throat and his claws just prick at my skin. And this time there's no hesitation when I obey him. My cursed hand wraps around his engorged member. It's habit...I am right-handed after all, and Inuyasha does enjoy the beads...

I watch his eyes on my cock and that covered hand of his. Very well, if he wants viscous fluid all over his clothing and those precious beads, it will be one more delight to remember this moment by. I grunt softly and the muscle at the base of my cock pulses, bringing forth sweetness that allowed me to fuck my child-brother and would allow me to penetrate even Rin. Should I be so inclined.

Well...it wouldn't be the first time my sheath needed washing, but holy gods it fills my palm!! And it is not the musky bitterness of ejaculate either. "What...I don't understand..." I look up at his impassiveness. "What is this?"

"Ample preparation," I sneer. I find myself indulging the monk, and I am at a loss to explain why. I am not playful, even at the best of times. Something about his damned aura. And the way he wants to serve yet refuses to fear me. The essence is as new and surprisingly welcome.

I dip a finger from my other hand in it and rub my thumb and forefinger together. I can feel my eyebrows go up. "Indeed," I hear myself say. "Well then. Don't you usually have Jaken do this sort of thing for you?" It's out before I can stop it...dear Buddha WHY am I baiting him? I shut my mouth, just incase he DOES have Jaken do this sort of thing for him, though I don't see the little toadie anywhere. There really is no graceful way to shove lubricant up your ass, but I do my best.

You push too far, little prey animal, and strike too far from the mark. I flip and pin him, face down in the dirt, then knee him—not gently to hoist his hips and get him into position. You want to provoke a taiyoukai? I remove my hand, trusting he is smart enough to stay as he is placed as I take hold of my cock and aim it for the tight little hole that would have been far better lubricated had he shut his mouth and accepted my generosity. In one thrust, I break through the tight band of muscle that cannot withstand my will.

Whoops...that was a bit too far. Owww as I hit the ground...owww...as he knees my legs apart and hips up and..."ARRUUUGHHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!" as he shoves his cock into me, balls deep in one hard thrust. I gasp for breath and wouldn't be surprised to feel his cock in my throat if I could feel anything there but his hand.

I take the fuck I have more than earned, reaping the hard desire I have sown by indulging his insolent mouth and obvious desire. He wants me, wants this, and so do I. I pound into him, relishing his cries and the faint scent of blood and a whiff of his own feeble trickle of pre-cum.

I want to say I'm adjusting to it, but really I'm not...exactly. I try to breathe deeply between my shrieks and eventually it helps. My gods, I'm used to Inuyasha coming...well let's just say the boy has a hair trigger. I yell again and manage to get my hips up at a better angle. Oh that's SO much better and my next yell is almost a moan as he hits my spot. Great Buddha, how could he MISS it with a cock that size?

The human voice when screaming lacks the rich timbre of a dog howl or their wolf cousin's bay, but it is not as bad as a neko's screech, and when the greedy fool stops wriggling and achieves whatever pleasure he is capable of finding for himself, the sound becomes almost alluring. And the fuck feels…good. "Sing for me, bitch," I grunt.

Bitch? BITCH? Wait...is that really an insult? In the moment between one thrust and another I consider a brief chant and dismiss it immediately. I can't chant and be fucked at the same time. The other way around, yes. Still, I think I'm finally adjusting and I put my head down on my arms and groan loudly again. "Oh FUCK...Sesshoumaru," I manage to pant. "How...how long...ooooooohhhhhhh...FUCK..." I give up...I can't talk. My ass still burns like fire, but the deep, filling thrusts against my spot have my cock AND my mouth drooling into the dirt covered rocks.

"That's it…yes…that's it. Take it, monk…suck the come out of me," I murmur, uncharacteristically verbose, gripping his hip with my claws as I feel the climax boil within me. He jerks and clenches his ass in response to my words or in reaction to my cock or from some dark, intuitive part of him that just knows what I need, and I'm driving mindlessly into him, pumping seed to fill and overspill that perfect little hole in that perfect little body that I've been watching far too long and needing far too much. My throat opens and I gush forth a warrior's triumphant cry. Our entwined roars fill the air and echo into the distance.

I hardly notice my own orgasm while I'm in the throes of his, just as his roar drowns my own, at least to my ears. The ground beneath me is wet with come and blood and tears...my knees and feet bleeding from the heavy body pounding above me and my ass...oh gods, I've never felt better in my life as I collapse into the bodily fluids he's dragged from my body.

My cock slips from him and I am unable to resist an inner smile at the sight of the wretched beauty before me. The air is heavily scented with all that we are, what we have spilled before us, on the earth beneath his sprawled frame. I tuck my cock back into my damp hakama, pretending I do not mind their being soiled by sweat and fluids when I very much do, and I walk around to look down upon that exhausted face. "Next time I will not withhold my knot, Miroku."

That rouses me sufficiently to turn my face up and stare. "Your...you WHAT?"

I manage not to grin as I latch onto those eyes. Oh yes, monk. Next time. I turn to go and toss a few words over my shoulder: "Ask my brother."

I struggle to my knees. "Don't think I won't either," I mutter as I look around for the remains of my robes.