Ah, my first-ever song fic! Banzai, I am very excited. I get to combine the four things I love most: yaoi, Evanescence, Miroku (so hilarious), and Sesshoumaru (so fucking sexy). Mmm, this is going to be sweet. Anyway, this fic includes the lyrics to the song "Bring me to life" off of Evanescence's album "Fallen" which is spectacular, if any of you need a recommendation.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Miroku, not Sesshoumaru, not Inuyasha, and not Evanescence, though I'd like to own all four.

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How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

'How indeed," Miroku wondered anxiously, dropping his eyes to the floor in shame. He couldn't keep letting this happen, couldn't keep showing such weakness. But how could he not be weak… with him around?

Leading you down into my core.

Where I've become so numb.

The demon stood there, indifferent and numb, the epitome of the ice he was so often compared to. Cool beauty, cool expression, cool persona; enough to freeze your flesh. Miroku could hear his friends' voices, but they seemed so garbled—another language entirely. He knew he should be fighting alongside them… but he just couldn't seem to move. The breath-taking demon before him had stolen into his very soul.

Without a soul.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold.

So cold. Miroku felt so cold as he stood there, silent and unmoving, just like the demon he was supposed to be fighting. And yet… there was warmth spreading through him. A warmth that he couldn't deny; something fiery and passionate and lustful; something he could never reveal without disgracing himself forever. The only problem was, despite his resolve to never give in… the fire couldn't be denied.

Until you find it there and lead it back home.

Miroku started unexpectedly. 'Where have my friends gone?' He could no longer hear their cries, and this abandonment frightened him. He glanced up, shattering the attempts he'd made at keeping his gaze from lingering on the one he so desperately wanted to stare at.

Sesshoumaru was still there, proud and tall and beautiful… so beautiful. And so untouchable. There was no one who could get through that stoic façade, and Miroku was a fool for even hoping as much. The forest around them was suddenly deathly quiet—not just devoid of the sound of his vanished friends, but devoid of all noise whatsoever.

"What did you do to them?" Miroku asked, trying to sound furious but failing miserably. The exquisite creature before him smirked, reveling in the helplessness in his voice.

"There is no need to concern yourself with your feeble friends, monk. They have been… dealt with."

Miroku swallowed thickly. "You couldn't have… you don't have the power to—"

And suddenly, he struck, moving with the speed of a dazzling snowstorm. Sesshoumaru grabbed Miroku by the throat and slammed him into a tree, pinning him there with his right hand. Miroku gave a strangled gasp as he felt the slender fingers encircling his throat nearly crush his esophagus.

How dare you," Sesshoumaru snarled, his warm breath tickling Miroku's ear. "You, a weak and pathetic human, presume to tell me what I do or do not have the power to accomplish? Does a death wish force these foolish words from your lips?" As he spoke, Sesshoumaru's eyes trailed down to the young monk's soft mouth.

He seemed to be studying it as he continued to strangle the air from Miroku's lungs, seemingly oblivious to his frantic gasps and cries. Finally, after an eon that was really only a minute or so long, Sesshoumaru relaxed his grip by the tiniest bit, freeing the human's inflamed airways by just enough to keep him conscious.

"L—" Miroku gasped, "Let me go, Sesshoumaru."

"That's Sesshoumaru-sama, to you, human," the youkai spat. "I can't allow you to leave and return to your friends while you have such disrespectful habits. Even my impure brother deserves better than your blatant insolence. I shall have to teach you the proper mannerisms to use with a youkai lord such as myself."

Miroku's eyes widened fearfully. "What are you going to do to me?" His voice was no more than a rasp. Sesshoumaru's fine lips curled up into the barest hint of a feral smile. "I will hear you scream my name before the end," a whisper as cold as death.

Wake me up inside.

Wake me up inside.

Call my name and save me from the dark.

Sesshoumaru crushed his lips against Miroku's, startling the monk so much he nearly yelped into the larger man's mouth. 'This isn't happening,' he thought. 'This can't be happening. Sesshoumaru hates humans. He would never…'

And then Sesshoumaru's tongue was in his mouth, warm and probing and sweet. Miroku's eyes fluttered as pleasure washed over him, startling him almost as much as the kiss. What was this he was feeling? This warmth? This warmth rushing through his body, making his skin crawl, making him moan low in his throat.

Surely this couldn't mean what he thought it meant? Surely he didn't… desire Sesshoumaru? And yet, his thoughts didn't resist the idea in the least. He'd always known this desire lay deep within him; he just hadn't acknowledged it until now.

The inu youkai was kissing him roughly, brutally, crushing his lips until blood trickled finely from the corner of his mouth. Miroku could taste the demon's fury as Sesshoumaru delved into his mouth, showing as little mercy as ever.

Bid my blood to run before I come undone.

Miroku wanted to resist, wanted to pull away and hide in some dark hole in the earth until his shame had finally faded away, but he couldn't. Sesshoumaru held him fast to the tree in a grip like solid iron, and deep down Miroku knew he didn't really desire freedom. He desired the beautiful demon now ravaging his very heart and soul. His body had betrayed him, as it had been betraying him from the first moment he laid eyes on the inu.

Save me from the nothing I've become.

Miroku was nothing—one more pathetic human in a world of nothing but other pathetic humans. They had only existed on the earth for a few thousand years, and already they were destroying it. Forests demolished, oceans poisoned, mountains crumbling, deserts forming where once there had been so much life… it was all thanks to the humans who spent their lives slaving away in the mud.

And for what? All that waited for them in the end was death. Death after a few decades of meaningless life. Death alone and abandoned by those who couldn't follow after. Death that left the ones who'd loved you behind with nothing but their sorrow to remind them that you'd ever been there in the first place.

Miroku hated Sesshoumaru; he hated him for being a demon, for being a creature more powerful and wonderful than he; he hated him for being perfect and constantly reminding him of how imperfect he was, how imperfect all humans were. But most of all, he hated Sesshoumaru because he loved him.

He'd always loved him; he'd always wanted him. He'd dreamt about him for weeks on end, imagining what it would be like to sleep in the youkai's arms. It was his fondest wish and his most dreaded nightmare. He couldn't understand these feelings welling up within him. Why did he want the very demon that had tried to steal away his life? His wretched, short, irrelevant life?

Was it because… somewhere in his heart… Miroku knew Sesshoumaru was the only way to keep his life from being just another life? These lustful feelings now surging through his body… could they ever be satisfied? Could Sesshoumaru be his satisfaction?

Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me here.

Sesshoumaru's hungry mouth was still pressed hotly to his, but the youkai had begun exploring other ways of making the monk cry out. His hands slipped down into Miroku's robes, sliding over his flesh until it tingled. Miroku groaned in response and Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smirk. He had expected the human to put up more of a fight, but it seemed he was more than willing to accept the demon's advances.

And that was exactly why Sesshoumaru had chosen him, why he had isolated him from his friends and maneuvered him into this exact situation. He could tell from the way Miroku hid his gaze and the slight flush in his creamy cheeks that he was hiding something, hiding it with all his might. But like all the carnal desires of humans, it couldn't be kept hidden for long.

It was Sesshoumaru's turn to gasp as Miroku returned his kiss with fiery eagerness. The human pressed against him in the most tantalizing way, though he could scarcely move for the grip Sesshoumaru still held him with. The demon growled low in his throat, feeling the lust in his own blood writhe in response to the human's touch. He had wanted this; he had wanted it for so long.

What was it about this one human monk that captivated him so? There didn't seem to be anything unique about him at first glance… but Sesshoumaru had been unable to think of him as just another human. Strange feelings came when he thought about Miroku, strange feelings that a powerful lord such as himself had no right to feel.

He couldn't control it. For once in his life, Sesshoumaru's solid self-control was slipping away from him, and he wanted to know why. That's why he'd done it. That was his only motive. He'd attacked Inuyasha and his company this day with a single objective in mind. He would lure the monk away from his friends with his powerful youki and then he would get to the bottom of this.

He didn't care what it took; Sesshoumaru would go to any lengths necessary to sate the hunger burning within him—a hunger for the feel of the flesh of a human against his own.

Breathe into me and make me real.

Bring me to life.

Miroku arched his back and let out a soft moan as Sesshoumaru returned his kiss with renewed vigor. The demon's damnable hands had begun questing all over his body, leaving trails of fire as they went. Suddenly, the hands dipped low on Miroku's body, fondling a part of him that had been neglected for far too long.

Miroku cried out, unable to stop himself as unbearable pleasure washed over him. Sesshoumaru's fingers were surprisingly nimble and skilled, making the human thrash against him in a need for release. Sesshoumaru grunted slightly as the monk's movements brought their bodies rubbing together. In the few intimate moments he'd had with the monk, he'd already become aroused to a point of pain.

Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth, barring fangs as he did so, and rubbed his body against Miroku's, hissing as the contact filled him with luscious friction.

Wake me up inside.

Wake me up inside.

Call my name and save me from the dark.

"Sesshoumaru-sama," Miroku whispered softly against the demon's lips. He was aching inside, aching with a need to feel Sesshoumaru within him. There was a gaping hole in his very being that only Sesshoumaru could fill.

Bid my blood to run before I come undone.

Save me from the nothing I've become.

Sesshoumaru let out another grunt as he heard the desperation in Miroku's voice. The human was proving far more intoxicating than he'd first assumed. The inu shuddered slightly against the electricity racing up his spine whenever his skin touched the human's. Finally able to take it no longer, his slid Miroku's robes over his shoulders and let them slip down to the ground, pressing the monk's naked flesh into the tree.

Bring me to life.

Miroku shivered against the sudden cold invading his skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of Sesshoumaru's body, molding to his as if they'd been made for each other. The inu youkai was removing his own clothes with aching slowness, making sure that Miroku watched his every move hungrily. Sesshoumaru was dead set on making his promise come true. Miroku would scream his name before the end.

"Sesshoumaru-sama," Miroku whispered again, driving a bolt of electricity straight to the demon's groin. "Onegai shimasu (please)." Sesshoumaru's golden eyes met Miroku's for the first time, and it was as if they'd both been frozen in place.

Cold orbs the color of molten gold bored into eyes that looked like brilliant mahogany. It was almost magnetic, hypnotic. Their need was already so great… but it grew even greater.

Frozen inside without your touch, without your love.

Darling, only you are the life among the dead.

Sesshoumaru reached down with nimble fingers and spread the monk's legs, reveling in the willingness with which his human lover exposed himself. He placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on Miroku's brow before carefully positioning himself and sliding in. Miroku threw his head back and let out a groan of mingled pleasure and pain.

This was what he'd always wanted, but the pleasure was overwhelming, blinding him. Sesshoumaru rolled smoothly into him, letting out a soft moan of his own at the delicious tightness of his lover. It seemed his desire would finally be sated, but not before he'd thoroughly ravaged the trembling human.

Miroku clung to him as if he would float away otherwise, moaning and shaking and begging Sesshoumaru for more. It felt so good, so wonderful—better than his every waking fantasy. He cried out louder as Sesshoumaru thrust into him, shaking the tree they were pressed against until leaves fell around them like tiny green fairies.

Sesshoumaru's mouth found Miroku's again as if drawn to it and he pressed their lips together as he continued to move inside the human. Miroku's warm breath caressed his lips as the monk sighed with pleasure, driving Sesshoumaru even further into his lust. The young human bucked and writhed and twisted under him in exactly the right way.

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see.

Kept in the dark but you were right there in front of me.

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems.

Got to open my eyes to everything.

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe he'd never realized it before. How could he have missed this thirst building up within him? How could he have not known how much his desire for the monk would overpower him, leave him helpless in the wake of his own foolish passion? Miroku thought he was the imperfect one… but he was only human. Humans were meant to be imperfect… so what did that make Sesshoumaru?

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul.

Don't let me die here.

There must be something more.

With one final hard thrust, Sesshoumaru climaxed inside his lover, crying out with heedless passion as he felt Miroku clench around him, obviously climaxing, too.

"S-SESSHOUMARU-SAMA!" Miroku screamed, though Sesshoumaru was far from hearing him.

The youkai collapsed onto the forest floor an instant later, bringing Miroku crashing to the ground with him. The two lay entangled together, panting and confused, unsure of what to do next.

Sesshoumaru had gotten what he'd wanted; he'd taken the monk, so why did he feel so unsatisfied? The demon stood suddenly and glanced down at Miroku. The monk was still breathing heavily, limbs splayed across the ground and eyes fluttering softly. Sesshoumaru looked uncertain, as if he couldn't decide whether he wanted to kick Miroku or fall to the ground on top of him once more.

Finally, with a blinding flash of youki, Sesshoumaru suddenly vanished along with his scattered clothes, leaving Miroku alone in the woods—more alone than he'd ever been before.

Bring me to life.

The end.

Don't worry, everyone. I don't believe this will be the end of the series, though this is the end of this particular chapter: Life. Depending on the number of reviews I get, I may decide to continue using this storyline in more song fics. Obviously, these two have a lot of unresolved issues in this chapter that future fics could clear up. It all depends on the reviews. Tell me what you think. Should I continue, or leave it be? .:serious voice:. The choice is yours. Ja mata! XD