Chapter 7
An hour into the party, Sango could hardly hear anything but the loud pumping noise of the music. She still hadn't left Miroku's side, but she was curious as to where Misty had disappeared to. She hadn't seen her friend for atleast a half an hour, or Ash for that matter.
She knew better than to drink the punch, because she knew one of Ash's friends probably spiked it. She looked around in the dark, black-lit living room and wondered why she was here again. Then she looked up at Miroku, her had his arm snaked protectively around her waist and she remembered. That's why.
He sighed and shifted his weight a little, feeling awkward. "Do you care to dance?" He yelled in her ear over the loud music.
"Uhm, sure." She said, feeling a bit shy and she didn't know how she could possibly be shy after a night like last night. The rhythm of the music was fast, but he simply held her, looking deep into her eyes and remembering the night before. He remembered how perfect her curves were, how soft and smooth her skin was, how perfect and floral her hair smelled and he longed for her again.
Miroku didn't really care that the music was too loud, because he didn't need to talk to her right now. He was honestly just content with holding her in his arms, feeling her softness beneath his palms and looking at the subtle hints of her features under the dark light. That is, until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Confused, he turned around only to have his jealousy grow and his surprise grow even further. It was Marcus Cooper, the fool that tried to get a date with Sango the same night he was on a date with her. So Hideko was right. He did make his appearance soon enough, too soon in his opinion.
"May I cut in?" He asked, taking a sip out of his solo cup.
"Uh, no, I don't think so." Miroku said, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "As you can see, I'm dancing with my girl."
"Oh, she's your girl now, huh?" Marcus asked, tipping his drink towards Sango in a gesture. "Funny, I thought you said Monday you two weren't an item."
"Yea, well a lot can happen in a week." Miroku informed him, wrapping his large arm around Sango's small shoulders possessively. Marcus didn't seem to be fazed by that.
He simply peered down at Sango, and she noticed he was much taller than she remembered. She pressed herself against Miroku and she could smell the liquor from his drink. "Is this why you didn't call me, sweetheart? Because you've been messing around with this clown?"
"Hey, I'm not a fucking clown!" Miroku hollered, surprised by how loud his voice really was over the music. He clenched his fist and Sango placed her hand over it.
"Miroku, just ignore him." She said, not sure if he could hear her. "Marcus," She said, raising a voice a little so that she could be heard and sound assertive. "please, I don't want any trouble. I want to dance with Miroku. I came here with him tonight as my date."
Marcus pressed his lips together and his eyes met Miroku's, both men staring each other down and both prepared to rip the meat off each other's bones. "Alright, cool." He said, raising his chin up at Miroku and giving a wink towards Sango before he walked away.
Miroku relaxed a bit, slumping his shoulders down and let out a deep breath. He looked down at Sango and something inside him clicked. He suddenly became jealous at the thought of any other man having her but him. The thought of any other man kissing her luscious pretty mouth, or any other man tracing the lines of her feminine curves. He wanted her, and he wanted to be the only man for her.
"Ash," Misty spoke up as he wrestled her into his own bedroom. "Ash, I want to go back downstairs."
"Why, Mist?" He asked, pulling off his shirt. "We can have more fun up here." He pushed her down on his bed, which was soft and familiar under her. He crawled on top of her and assailed her neck with kisses and traced a finger between her breasts and across her belly button.
"Because, Ash…" She began, but was interrupted when he placed a kiss on her lips. He pulled away and stared down at her, her hands running timidly over his chest and abs. She tried to convince herself that she was comfortable with this, but it wasn't working.
"You know I love you, don't you?" He asked. "You're the most gorgeous girl at school and I feel so lucky to have you."
Misty's face softened and she thought back to when Brock had kissed her. She wouldn't have felt half as guilty if she would have just pushed him away, but instead she pulled him towards her, falling backwards onto her own bed with him and enjoyed the feeling even more then she intended. She couldn't look into Ash's eyes as she answered.
"I know you love me, Ash." She said, not believing her own words.
"Good." He said, lowering himself on top of her, his weight was a familiar feeling to her and she already knew what he was asking. She felt panicked.
"Ash, I…"
"Please, don't say it Misty." He said, the liquor on his breath was strong and she resisted the urge to gag. "I want you. I need you." He promised her, pulling back a strand of soft red hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. "Say you need me too."
"Ash…" She said, pushing him away lightly with her hands. "Please, I don't want to do this tonight."
Ash's voice grew harsh and his eyes grew hard, his stare was a cold, dark pool of anger. "Oh, C'mon, Misty! When are you going to give it up to me? We've been dating for almost seven months now!"
"I'm just…I'm just not ready!" She told him, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She couldn't figure out why she wanted the feeling of being in Brock's arms again so badly right now. She was with her boyfriend, the one she loved, right?
She wasn't so sure anymore.
"Fuck, Misty!" He said, punching the wall. "You're a fucking teaser you know that. You wear that fucking dress, you agree to come up here to my room and get my all excited, then you want to fucking shoot me down!"
"Ash, I'm sorry, I just…" She sat up when he pulled away from her.
"No, you know what? Forget it!" He yelled at her, his voice sounded loud and harsh in the quiet empty room. "You obviously don't know what you have! I can find a girl who will give it up to me in a minute and all you know how to do is fucking tease!"
Misty felt the tears rush to her eyes and spill down her cheeks. "Ash."
"Shut up, you little whore!" She said, slapping her hard across the face. "Using your virginity as an excuse. You're pathetic, I bet you've already been with a couple million guys." He picked up a bottle of Smirnoff and chugged it down before slamming it back down on his dresser. "Fuck you. I don't want some kind of disease anyway."
"Ash, you're drunk. Stop this." She said, curling herself up into a ball and placing her hand over the hot skin on her cheek.
"We're done, bitch!" He yelled. "Get out of my fucking room."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"Yes!" He yelled.
"But Ash…"
"I said get out, fucking slut!" He took her arm and threw her out of the room. She lost her balance and fell flat on her tailbone. Pain shot through her and her eyes watered. She stood to her feet, her legs wobbly and felt like water. She stood up quickly though, when she heard Ash break another item in his room in his fit of rage, and ran down the stairs.
Sango could hardly believe she was doing what she was doing now. Mirokuhad somehow managed to back her into a dark corner and he was kissing her senseless, his lips brushing against her ear teasingly from time to time before he'd nibble on the sensitive flesh of her earlobe.
He pulled back from her, the music was a distant sound to both of them, but the crowds of people were still only feet away. His body ached for her as much as she ached for him. She ached for his kiss, his touch and she knew she couldn't live without either one. He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and stared down at her face which was partially illuminated by a small dim light.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, Sango." He said sincerely. He had said that same line to so many girls before, but this time he truly meant it. He had never seen anyone or anything that made him lose his senses just by looking at them.
She was quiet as he lowered his head and touched her lips once again with his own. She tried to hold back a moan as he felt his own tongue delve into the soft depths of her own mouth. Sango felt her back being pressed against the wall and his own body pressing onto her even further and it was, strangely, a welcomed feeling.
Her own hands explored his body, faintly tracing the outline of his muscles under his shirt and she made a mental picture of what he had looked like the night before, wet and half-nude before her. The mere image made her grow weak in her knees.
He kissed her skillfully and she remembered how he had kissed everywhere on her body last night, including the way he ignited that strange feeling she had never had before when she allowed him to tease her breasts. She still couldn't believe she had done something like that, but at the same time she still couldn't wait until he did it again.
Before she knew it, his hands were exploring under her dress, his fingers running smoothly over her voluptuous thighs, and the small vibrations of his groans on her mouth were enough to send her over the edge. She felt something growing warmer and stronger between her thighs.
Miroku's hands found their way to her backside, but she didn't protest or slap his hand away, instead she pulled his head down towards her neck and almost demanded that he kiss her there. He did and she had to hold herself against the wall to keep from falling over.
"Sango," He growled sensually in her ear before he breathlessly pushed his erection on her now half-exposed thigh. She looked up at him a bit surprised by his size and just how excited he really was and a fleeting moment of hesitation washed over her. "I need you now." He said quietly, looking around at the crowds of people. He knew some of them were staring and he didn't want Sango to get some kind of reputation, luckily it was dark, but he didn't want to take his chances.
"But…"
"Don't worry." He said, pulling away from her reluctantly. The closer he was to her, the more tempted he was, but that still didn't seem to help him much. "I won't do anything you won't let me do. Let's just go find a room upstairs, I promise, no funny business."
Sango was aching for a release to, she longed to be teased by him until she was on the verge of insanity, then to be pleased by him over and over again. She looked around at the other people and realized it would be nice to get out of this chaos and just be with him, only him, so she agreed.
He protectively stood behind her, keeping his hands on her hips as they made their way upstairs. There were many doors, most of them were locked, but Miroku finally found one that opened. He closed the door, the sounds of the party were almost eliminated and the room was surprisingly quiet. It seemed almost unused, the bed was neatly made and it reminded Miroku of a hotel.
This isn't where he wanted to make love to her for the first time, but he needed some kind of release and he could tell she did too. Sango sat down on the bed crossing her legs as Miroku stood by the door and tried to calm himself. "Are you sure I didn't make you feel like you had to come up here?"
"Of course you didn't." Sango reassured him, standing up and walking towards him. "Miroku, I want this just as bad as you do." She told him, and he kissed her without a moment's hesitation. That was all he needed to know before he allowed himself to lose control of his body.
The only thing he was unsure of now is if he could stop, he couldn't remember a time he was so turned on his life and he didn't even know this level was arousal was possible. She lay below him, and he put light weight on her chest, admiring the way the clinging fabric brought the attention the slight curve of her breasts and the dip in her waist to the delicious roundness of her hips and thighs.
Miroku pushed his hard arousal onto her thigh and she shuddered thinking of what it would feel like to have him inside of her, completing her, and loving her. He lifted up her dress with his hands, slowly, and dipped his head down to place small open-mouthed kisses on her thighs.
Sango shuddered with each butterfly kiss and tantalizing touch he was teasing her with and she was feeling things she never thought possible. He felt her shake beneath him and he looked up at her, his blue eyes seem to be intensified by the darkly lit room, the only light was spilling in from a street lamp through the blinds. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She promised him. "This just feels so…good." She said for lack of a better term. Her mind was in a haze right now and he grinned before he continued to kiss her thighs and all the way down her legs.
Her own hands traveled downwards, her skin felt feverish and she was begging to be touched between her legs. Miroku saw this and reached a hand up, pushing her dress up over his hips and rubbing her feminine region with his tender touch. His gaze locked with hers and he smiled at her handsomely.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
Sango felt the warmness build even more as she nodded to him under the blush that now stretched across her nose. It only become more apparent when he pulled the thin material of her panties aside and slowly teased her with his fingers. He was surprised by how wet she had gotten, how soft and ready she was for him. The sensation of her soft, feminine flesh made his arousal reach an even further height and he groaned, almost in pain from it.
She felt him slip his finger inside of her and she gasped when he went too far. He knew she was a virgin and he knew he probably couldn't do much. He apologized for the instance of pain, and slowly teased her outer walls gently before he placed a kiss on her lips.
His free hand reached up around her shoulders, pulling the pink strap down off her shoulder. He broke the kiss and stared down at her as he finished pulling her dress down, his eyes glued to the large curves beneath the black lace that concealed his view of her breasts. He remember exactly what they looked like the night before, and he ran his fingertips over the rough, hard material before gripping the top of it and slowly pulling it down.
Sango didn't protest at all, she just began to tremble as he lowered his head down on the soft flesh. He drew in a breath between clenched teeth before he closed his moist mouth around the small, pink bud in the center of her breast. His wonderfully avid tongue teased her and she felt him beginning to delve deep inside her lower region as she grew more and more aroused.
Miroku moaned her name into her skin and pushed his erection against her. Then, his cell phone rang out. "Damn it." He pulled back a little, preparing to put his ringer on silent, but reluctantly decided against it when he saw who it was. It was Misty. Something was definitely wrong.
Sango wasted no time in pulling her bra back up around to cover herself and Miroku sat on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore his painful erection. "Hello?" He answered, running his fingers through his hair.
"Miroku?" Misty's voice shook with sobs and Miroku grew concerned. The look on his face caused Sango to become concerned as she pulled back on her dress.
"Misty, hey, what's wrong?" He asked. "Why are you crying?"
"I need to talk to you." She said. "I would talk to Brock, but I just can't, not yet. I'm too embarrassed."
Miroku stood up, realizing that his button up shirt had been unbuttoned by a certain dark-headed female. He smiled weakly at the thought and sighed as he stood up. "Alright, well where are you?" He asked, then a small pause. "OK, well, just stay there. Don't move. I'll be down in a minute, I promise." Another pause. "Bye."
Sighing, he shoved his cell phone in his pocket and looked towards Sango. She fixed her hair with her fingers and looked shyly between his legs. "I'm sorry." She said, wondering how on earth she let a thing like this happen.
Miroku moved smoothly towards her and ran a finger down her cheek, tipping her chin up and his gaze met her misty eyes. "I should be the one apologizing." He confessed. "Forgive me?"
Sango nodded shyly and managed a wavering smile which Miroku kissed from corner to corner. "I'll be back." He said. "Just stay put, and we can finish what we started." He said with a wink and Sango uneasily complied laying back onto the very comfortable bed. The room was quiet and dark, and she leaned back onto the pillows, closing her eyes and waiting for her leaping heart to settle down. It refused. So, she stood up and walked across the room over to a dresser with a mirror. She looked at her appearance, her lips were pouting and full, and begging for his kisses.
She never really felt pretty before in her life, but the way Miroku made her feel, she felt beautiful. Then, somewhere in the darkness, a shadow moved behind her in the darkness and she stiffened. "M-Miroku?" She asked, knowing that it couldn't possibly be him, she watched him leave, but her mind was trying to think of a possible explanation.
The room he had left her in was really creepy, but there seemed to be no light bulbs in the lamps. There was no answer and the next thing that came to her mind was that Ash's house was haunted. It could very well have been haunted, it was big, old and beautiful, most houses like that were, but her parents always taught her to not believe in ghosts or anything of the supernatural.
She sat down on the bed, then felt the other end being pushed down by another weight on the other end. "Sango." The voice breathed, and she recognized the voice and the faint smell of liquor.
"W-who's there?" She asked, turning around and peering straight at the figure. The street lamp illuminated his face and she felt a bit relieved. "Ash?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yea, it's me, honey." He crawled across the bed towards her, fixing the slightly rumpled sheets on the bed. "God, I got so turned on seeing you in that black lace bra. Miroku's one lucky son of a bitch."
Sango backed up from him slightly. "Ash, wait, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."
"I'm not drunk, damn it!" He said, jumping to his feet. "What is it with you and Misty, huh? Telling me I'm drunk all the time when I know damn well I'm not! I'm just horny as fuck, I know that damn much!" He yanked on her arm and pulled her towards the bed.
"No! Ash, let go of me!"
"Shut up!" He said, throwing her down. Sango kicked and fought with her arms and legs only to have him slap her hard across the face and hold her arms to the bed by her elbows. He grinned down at her obviously intoxicated. "I never noticed how sexy you are, Sango."
She stared up at him, the anger of being overpowered was overtaking the fear in her dark brown eyes. "Let me go!"
"No!" He yelled. "Misty wouldn't give it up to me. I'm tired of waiting around. You're obviously the type of girl to give it up to just anyone, seeing as you came all the way up here with Keseki."
Sango felt slightly embarrassed, but was more scared than anything. "Ash Ketchum! I'm warning you, let go of me!" She said, kneeing him in the groin. His vision blacked out for an instant, but he still kept a tight grip on her arms. The fear was making her nauseous and she began to sob and lose all hope of escaping. This isn't the way she wanted to lose her innocence, she wanted to lose it to Miroku, in a slow, sensual manner, not have it taken from her by this beast she didn't even recognize as Ash.
Everything Misty said about him was true.
"Quit your crying, slut!" He growled angrily in her ear at a deafening volume. But she couldn't stop, she just tried to quiet herself down for fear of getting slapped again. He placed rough kisses along her neck, sucking and biting at the skin and he made a pleasure filled growl before he gripped roughly on her dress and tore it at the seams.
"Ash, please, don't hurt me." She said between sobs, hoping she could find the human that she knew existed somewhere still inside him. "Please, Ash."
"I thought I told you be quiet!" Ash whispered harshly, the liquor on his breath made her gag. He slapped her once again across the face and she tried hard to keep her sobbing down. She wanted to call out for Miroku, or Brock, anyone really, but she knew that would only provoke him more.
Ash smiled down at her half-exposed body and bit back a pleasured moan. "You're way more developed than, Misty. I should have tried to date you in the first place."
Sango scowled up at him, wishing she could use her fists. "I wouldn't date you even if my life depended on it!"
"Ha!" He laughed. "Yes you would sweety, I just didn't give you the time of day because your such a bitch!"
Her anger mounted and she mustered all the strength her body, before she twisted her leg out from between his and kicked him in the groin with the toe of her heel. Ash's eyes grew wide and he lost the hold her had on her arms. He leaned over the bed, and emptied the contents of his stomach over the side.
Sango dashed for the door, holding the scraps of her dress around her as she ran out into the hall. She kept her gaze back towards the bedroom until she knocked into someone, someone very familiar and comforting. "Miroku!" She hollered his name and wrapped her arms around his neck, still shaking and trembling.
"Sango, what the hell happened to you?" She looked up at him, covering herself with her torn dress and she felt even more embarrassed when she saw that Brock and Misty were behind him.
"Ash!" She said, her voice erupting into an uncontrollable sob.
"Oh no…" Misty said, pulling herself from Brock's embrace. "This is my fault."
"Misty," Brock walked behind her. "How is it your fault?"
"I turned him down earlier." She told him. "He was very angry and he just stormed out. Sango, I'm so sorry."
Sango shook her head. "No, Misty, it isn't your fault. I…I just want to get out of here."
Miroku pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around her, it hung just below her hips and he quickly wrapped it around herself, grateful for the fact her bra wasn't destroyed as well.
Ash stood up from the floor just as Miroku entered the room. "What the fuck is your problem, asshole?"
Ash raised an eyebrow. "Ah, coming in to defend your girlfriend I see?" He asked, wiping his mouth clean.
Miroku leapt across the bed and planted his fist hard against his jaw. "Son of a bitch, I should rip you to shreds!"
Ash was pushed back, knocking into the window hard. "Fuck!"
"I should knock your sorry ass through the fucking window!" Miroku yelled, it echoed in the large empty room and Ash looked up at him dazed before his eyes rolled back in his head and his lolled to the side. He was unconscious and Miroku clenched his fist. "Fucking bastard passed the fuck out."
Misty watched him as he moved out of the room, neither she or Brock had ever seen him this mad. Brock looked at Miroku as he stood in front of both Sango and Misty protectively. "Miroku, maybe you should take Sango home."
"I was planning to." He said, peering back at her. She was huddled behind Brock, but she slowly took his offered hand and he pulled her into his embrace. "I'll, uh…I'll see you guys Monday at school. Misty, I'm glad you're away from him." He said with a quick glance back to the bedroom.
Sango was confused, but didn't ask questions. Miroku pushed his way carelessly through the crowds of people, hoping he wouldn't run into Marcus Cooper. Fortunately, he didn't and they made it outside and to his car before she even knew it.
Once he started the car, revved the engine and spun out on to the street, she asked. "What do you mean your glad she's away from Ash?"
Miroku grinned a bit, happy for the lighter note of conversation. "Well, she and Brock finally got over their pride and admitted they had feelings for each other."
"Oh, wow." Sango said, looking back at the house, trying not to remember the trauma that happened their. "Finally." She smiled a bit, but Miroku wasn't smiling. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were focused on the road ahead.
"Did he hurt you, Sango?" He asked finally.
"No, I mean, he didn't…you know." She said biting her lip. "I'm alright…" She said in a shaky voice.
He stopped the car at a red light and leaned over, bringing the top of her head to his lips. "Thank god he didn't hurt you. I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you, Sango. I'd lose my mind."
She smiled to herself and looked up at him just as the light turned green. She felt safe, content, and happy. Her decision was made and her heart was completely lost to him. Miroku Keseki was the man she was in love with.
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