Disclaimer: Hey everybody, just wanted to tell you all that this is a piece in progress, and will have multiple chapters. . . there are a few things to warn you about. There will be two guys in sexual situations, so if that doesn't float your boat, please don't read. Also, there is a little bit of swearing going on (that Sess is quite the potty mouth). If I could rate this chapter, I'd give it a good PG-13, at least.

Inu Yasha and all of his buddies and such belong to the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi. . . *salutes* Hail, Ilpalla. . . I mean, Rumiko!!! Also included somewhere along the line are Viz Video and I'm sure Shogakukan. Please don't sue me. I am poor, and I only want to write about hot guys playing shuffleboard. Heh.

Also, thanks Plude, for being my beta! You rock the musing! (Vile onna! Get me another Sunny Delight! ^.^) Also, the thankies to Val and Wallace. Cause ya read it too!

Thankies, and enjoy!!

Moonlight Shadow
by Ritsuko

Chapter 2

Liquid heat invaded Miroku's veins, the demon's tongue softly caressing the inside of his cheek, clawed hands carefully tracing gentle circles on the his chest, pushing the binding tatters of cloth that were once the top of his kimono to the ground. . . it was as if some sweet, intangible thing was just out of reach. Too bad that he was bound.

The thought of his bonds snapped him out of his sensual feelings, reminding him exactly of his predicament. Eyes flew open, glaring angrily at the demon. How dare he? Not only had he been kidnapped, and bound; now the great Sesshomaru was trying to take advantage of him. And for what? A bit of release? A fun game to warp the ties in his brother's friends? Miroku doubted that his captor could want him for any other reason than a way to lash out at Inu Yasha. . . and he wouldn't care one bit to confuse and break the hanyou's friends.

Those honey colored eyes were closed now, lost in the kiss, and Sesshomaru showed no signs of acknowledging the monk's anger. His tongue continued to lathe away at Miroku's mouth, as the monk fought the urge to respond with his own. Tension built in the monk's body, as the demon teasingly drew circles around one of his nipples.

'This has to stop. . .' Miroku thought, dazedly moaning into his captor's mouth. He couldn't process all of the sensations he was feeling: anger, fear, suspicion, and, he was surprised to realize, that part of him didn't want it to end. He wanted to continue with Sesshomaru, be able to touch him in return, feel his silken hair running over his naked body, unite with the demon ways of the flesh. . . what a thing for a servant of the Buddha to think! Instantly, Miroku tried to force these thoughts from his mind, and did the one thing he could think of to stop his captor's ministrations.

He bit down. HARD.

Sesshomaru stiffened, and his eyes flew open, staring blankly at his prisoner, but he did not move. He stared at Miroku, with no emotion showing in his eyes. Slowly, Miroku was aware of the taste of blood entering his mouth, but he couldn't move, couldn't let go of his hold on the other. . . He was trapped in those eyes that stared at him with no compassion, no hatred. . . no love.

Slowly, the demon's fingers regained their ground on the monk's chest and sharply twisted a nipple. Miroku cried out in pain and fell back against the tree, his now bared arms digging into the bark. Luckily, he could feel that his seal was undamaged. Breathing raggedly, he looked back up at Sesshomaru, whose face was shadowed suddenly by a cloud passing over the moon. He could barely make out a thin trickle of blood creeping down the corner of the demon's mouth.

"I would not do that again if I were you, Houshi. . ." the demon's velvet voice intoned, breathing quickened by the kiss. "Be it your blood or mine, anything else like that, and I may not be able to control myself from ripping you apart."

"Why do I care, Sesshomaru? You've kidnapped me and now are forcing me to do whatever your perverted mind desires! I may be bound, but I still have teeth, and I will use them, whatever you try to do." He found himself staring down the length of the demons body, stopping just below the fully clothed demon's waist. He looked away, trying to focus on something, anything, to help him understand what he was feeling.

"Ah, perverted. That's excellent coming from you. Always willing to to grab at the girls, but afraid of the boys, eh?" Sesshomaru sat back, and unbuckled his armor. "I was telling you that for your safety, Houshi. It wouldn't do for me to rip you to shreds and deny you any pleasure." There was a dull thud as the armor fell to the forest floor. "I'd much rather let you see what it can be like, than destroy you."

"And I'd much rather be untied and give you the pleasure of being sucked through the hole in my hand."

"Tempting as it sounds, no. But, if you keep saying things like that, I'm going to have to be the only one giving." The corner of the demon's mouth slowly curved upwards.

"Do you honestly think that I would do anything with you that I am not being forced into? Caress you, kiss you, play with your demonhood? Do you actually think that I would be one with you?"

". . . yes."

"Y. . .You're wrong. Even if I could, do you think that I would? Though you glance it off, I have a duty to perform to my father, and his father. I have to kill Naraku. And, if I can't do that, I at least have to have a child. Can you give me that, demon? A child? Then perhaps I'll reconsider."

The demon looked thoughtful for awhile, stroking his claws softly down the monk's chest. Miroku could feel a heat rising up within himself again, and he swallowed. The cloud had passed from over the moon, shining over the glade with a soft, pale light. It bathed Sesshomaru's face with the look of an angel, contemplating what good he could do to help the plight of a man. It annoyed Miroku to no end.

"Stop that."

Sessomaru raised a curious slightly amused eyebrow, honeyed eyes swimming with amusement. "Stop what, Houshi?" A shiver ran through the monk's body as the demon continued his ministrations. Those golden eyes stared at him, as if willing him to put up some sort of a fight, though Miroku couldn't find the words that would stop Sesshomaru. Quickly his eyes broke away.

'I wish he'd stop looking at me like that,' the monk thought, trying to maintain some semblance of reason through the demon's skilled touch. It was becoming harder, as his body was starting to react to the touch, yearning for it.

The demon said a single word. "Rin."

"What?"

"She can help you."

"The child must be of my blood, Sesshomaru, and she is not."

"But she can provide you one."

"WHAT?" Instantly Miroku could think again, as the magic spun from the demon's touch dissipated. Miroku's face filled with shock from the idea of taking the young child in such a way. . . Were demon customs truly so different from a humans? The monks face burned with anger at such a suggestion.

"She is female."

"She's like five years old!!!!"

"Eight, actually."

"You are sick!"

"You asked for a solution, Houshi, and there you have one. I'm not suggesting you mate with her now, of course, but she is only a few years away from being a woman. In the mean time, we'll see if we can kill Naraku ourselves."

"I can't believe you're offering me a child to bear my heir!"

"Come now, I have no intention of giving you to my ward. How many are after Naraku? He's angered just about everyone in the demon world, my brother and those humans he travels with, including you, that zombie miko, and if you can't tell, I'm not too fond of him either. He will be killed."

"It doesn't matter how many people are after him. It matters that he dies. Or else, I die. I get sucked into a giant black hole, like my father. Do you know what it's like to watch that happen to somebody? Let alone your own father? And then, spend the rest of your young life realizing that this is going to happen to you? No one else you've spoken of has this problem!"

Miroku grew silent, his own shouted words echoing in his ears. What was he doing shouting out major aspects of his private live to not only a demon, but Sesshomaru, Inu Yasha's half brother? Who had attacked his party time and time again? Who had captured him as a device of his own lust. It wasn't as if the demon could empathize. Perhaps, things were starting to get a bit out of control. . .

"I apologize, Houshi."

The monk's eyes flew to the still figure of the demon lord. "You. . . what?"

"It seems that we have more in common than I first thought." Sesshomaru looked away, and it seemed that he struggled for words. "That must have been a horrible thing to live through. No one should have to watch a loved one die. . . . It never leaves you." The demons last words were a whisper, and Miroku barely heard them.

Before he knew it, Miroku found his mouth uttering more confessions he'd shared with no one and hadn't intended to. "Yes. . . it isn't the most wonderful feeling in the world, watching your father die. . . seeing the fate of failure before you. . . knowing you must walk a certain path. . . " The monk sighed and collected himself. Why was he talking normally to Sesshomaru? Abruptly, he thought of Sesshomaru's last words. "Did you cry when your father died?"

Even in the darkness, he saw the demon's eyes flash. Wood splintered next to his face as Sesshomaru slammed his fist into the tree trunk mere inches from his face. "Don't ever speak so of my father again, as if he was one to waste tears on! He is gone, but he was dead to my heart long before he recieved that fatal blow!"

Ah, an opening. So, Sesshomaru's weakness was his father. . . Miroku couldn't help but smirk in the darkness. Finally, he had something over the demon. Perhaps he could use Sesshomaru's family to his own advantage.

"How funny. When you get angry like that, you look just like your brother." Miroku intoned lightly, and the demon stiffened. He could tell that Sesshomaru was ready to draw blood. "Now, now, remember, be gentle. You wouldn't want to kill me before you had your 'fun', right?" The monk almost felt guilty for using such a harsh and personal thing as Sesshomaru's feelings for his father to get at the demon. . . almost. He was the enemy after all, but still... for a moment it had felt as if they had almost been on the same level of things. . . It was disarming. . . and eerie. . .

He could see the demon shift tensely in the dark, an outline sillouhetted in moonglow. When Sesshomaru next spoke, there was a lilting tone to his voice. "So, you finally start to play the game, Houshi. Thinking that you can gain the upperhand by saying things to throw me off? No one else matters now, Houshi. It is just you and I." The clouds parted from the moon, and he could see the smug look on the demon's face, awash in ethereal light. "Gentle. . . perhaps that is too good for you."

Miroku's eyes widened. "What?"

Sesshomaru lowered his lips to the monk's own for one short, chaste kiss. Before he knew what he was doing, the monk tried to grab the others mouth with his own. All he recieved was open air, the demon already sitting up again, smiling as if he had won. Confused, the monk stared up at the demon.

"I didn't mean that. . ." he said lamely, already feeling a blush creep into his cheeks, but Sesshomaru put a finger to his lips. Miroku fought the insane urge to lick the delicate digit, and desperately wished away his sudden arousal. The demon had started licking a trail down the monk's chest, and the monk jumped as the demon laid a hand on his lap. Sesshomaru stared up at the young monk, smile even wider.

"Did you not mean this too?" Sesshomaru asked in a low voice, stroking through cloth. Miroku couldn't help but moan at the other's touch. Quickly, he bit his lip and tried to refrain from saying anything, especially anything that would urge Sesshomaru on. It seemed a desperate battle, because everything he seemed to say did. But the demon would not stop his ministrations. Miroku threw his head back fighting his urge to beg the demon to go on.

"Why Houshi, you're blushing. Am I doing something right?" Sesshomaru purred at him, and the monk stole a glance down at his captor. Honeyed eyes bewitched him with their beauty, and Miroku wondered if this could possibly be so wrong. . .

"I. . ." Miroku began, but Sesshomaru silenced him with a lick on his lips that sent shivers down his already enthralled body. Miroku made a slight gulp, feeling his resistance melt away with the demon's touch.

"Do not worry. I will be ever so gentle." The demon smiled, and tore away the remaining clothes down the front of the monk's body. The demon gazed at the sight before him for a moment, as Miroku tried to look anywhere else, but soon, he found himself caught once again in Seshomaru's intense gaze. The demon smiled, flashing fangs. He had the monk just where he wanted him, like all of his prey.

"Well, as gentle as a demon can be."

tbc



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notes:
I made up Rin's age. There was nowhere I could find the actual age. How sad.

Also, I know Sess has one arm. . . but lets just say that he took a pretty normal one off some demon, and is using it for the night.

terms:
Hanyou: half demon

Houshi: priest/monk

It's getting hot in here!