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Look What the Rain Brought In	By : Hollychan Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Look What the Rain Brought In

By Holly-chan

Rating: NC-17, of course!

Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku. :D

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male sex!), PWP, AU, drunken sex. Woot!

A/n: Please note right now that this is a yaoi fic. That�s right, two lovely men getting it on. Have a problem? Leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the loveliness that is Inuyasha/Miroku. ^^;; Sorry if this completely sucks, haha, it�s almost 3 AM, I have no idea what I�m doing.
Please not that this is AU�I didn�t feel like switching around species or anything, so yeah. Just read. :P Reviews would be appreciated. XD
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Look What the Rain Brought In

The knock came, faint, barely heard through the noise of the storm outside. In his bed, Miroku tossed, unable to sleep. However, he didn�t hear the knock, and if he did, then somewhere in the back of his mind he assured himself it was his imagination.
And yet, that damn knock was repeated, this time louder, and accompanied with a rather rude comment. "Get up, you lazy-ass and lemme in!"

Miroku sat up, groaning. No, he most certainly was NOT hearing things; there was no way he could be imagining that voice. With a quick glance at the digital clock on his bedside table, he pulled himself up, and made his way stumbling through the dark to the front door.
"It�s one in the morning, Inuyasha� what do you want?"
He opened the door, stifling a yawn as he stared at his friend with sleepy eyes, asking him the question he really wasn�t sure he wanted an answer to.
"He kicked me out! He fucking kicked me out!" Inuyasha wasted no time in bursting out his reply, before swiftly pushing Miroku aside and stepping into his apartment.
"Don�t tell me you and Sesshoumaru got into another fight?" Miroku sighed, and shut the door. There was no point in trying to get rid of his friend; this had happened before, and he knew any attempt would be futile.
"Feh, he started it! It�s my goddamned birthday, too! Oh, and Kagome dumped me!" The silver-haired hanyou flopped down onto Miroku�s couch, not bothering to turn the light on. He had been here often enough, he was an expert at maneuvering through his apartment in the dark.
"What? She dumped you?!" Miroku flicked on the light, blinking at the sudden brightness, before joining his friend on the couch. "Why?"
"She didn�t say. I didn�t ask." Inuyasha growled darkly, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh." The dark-haired man frowned. "Well� Happy Birthday?"
This caused a slight smile out of Inuyasha. "Worst damn birthday I�ve ever had." He laughed gruffly, and tossed his head slightly, trying to shake the water out of his long, surprisingly silky hair. Outside, the storm raged on, worse than ever.
"Well, let�s celebrate now, then." Miroku grinned slowly.
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, eyeing him with a grin. "Booze?"
Miroku nodded; Inuyasha�s grin widened. Flashing him a quirky grin in return, Miroku quickly headed into the kitchen.
Inuyasha took this opportunity to pull off his jacket. It was soaking wet, and, with typical disregard, he let it fall, dripping wet, onto Miroku�s carpet. Smirking evilly, he sat back to ponder the evening�s earlier events.
It had all started innocently enough: he had made plans to go out for dinner with his girlfriend Kagome. However, he had arrived at her apartment, only to be informed that not only was the date called off, but their whole relationship was over.
After a few hours of pointless wandering to let off steam, he had headed back to the house he shared with his older brother Sesshoumaru (well, technically he was just his brother�s "guest", as he was the one who paid for the place). Of course his brother had failed to notify him that he would be "entertaining" tonight, so, of course, Inuyasha had managed to walk in on his brother banging some guy on the kitchen table.
That brought Inuyasha to another couple of hours of random wandering. When the storm had started, the only place he could think of to go was to Miroku�s, as he and Sesshoumaru arguing was nothing new to his friend.
Of course, this situation was completely new�what disturbed Inuyasha even more than seeing his brother fucking another man, was the fact that it had turned him on. So he had lied to Miroku, saying that they had argued. It was far too embarrassing to admit what he had seen� and thinking of it just awoke feelings that scared him.
From the kitchen the clinking of glasses could be heard, and the faint sound of liquid pouring, and suddenly Miroku reappeared in front of him, holding two glasses filled to the top with clear liquid.
"Here," Miroku handed Inuyasha one of the glasses, and sat down beside him, sipping tentatively at his drink, shooting his friend a wayward glance.
Inuyasha sniffed at the drink for a moment, before downing half of it in one gulp. It was straight vodka- nasty stuff, yet at the moment he wanted nothing more than to be hopelessly drunk, to forget everything that had happened.
"Hell, slow down there, I don�t need you passing out on my living room, or throwing up all over my stuff."
Miroku�s words were ignored, however, and with wide eyes he watched his friend down the rest of the liquid. This was bad. Inuyasha had good tolerance, but had never been such a heavy drinker. Still, he handed Miroku his empty glass, and, with a sigh, Miroku stood up to refill it.
An hour later, and an empty bottle odka,dka, a couple of cans of beer, and three empty cooler bottles littering the coffee table in front of the couch, Miroku found himself standing behind Inuyasha in his bathroom, holding up his hair.
"I told you not to drink so much." Miroku sighed, rolling his eyes, yet he made no effort to leave. His eyes were dark with concern, as Inuyasha�s pale face was lowered over the toilet again.
"Goddamnit� I don�t need your lecturing, Miroku," Inuyasha replied miserably, groaning. "I think I�m okay, now�"
Miroku sighed, and helped him up, his eyes watering from the horrible stench of his sickness. "Good, you can take my bed. You should definitely sleep off all that alcohol."
"Mmm� sleep�" Inuyasha allowed himself to be lead down the narrow hall to Miroku�s room; luckily, the apartment was small and there wasn�t far to go. It was also a good thing Miroku�s slim frame was stronger than it seemed, as he pretty much had to carry the hanyou into his room.
He sprawled Inuyasha across his bed, and made quick work with pulling off his clothes until he was clad in simply a pair of boxers. Miroku briefly noted how adorable (and sexy) his friend looked, but there was no way he�d take advantage of him right now, and besides, why was he thinking like that anyway?
"I�m crashing on the couch, if you need me." He grabbed an extra blanket, and turned to leave the room, refusing to stare at Inuyasha any longer.
"Hey, Miroku?"
Inuyasha�s eyes were drifting shut, and his voice was slightly slurred, but it was his tone- soft, gentle, and strangely vulnerable that unnerved Miroku, making his stop in his tracks. "Yes, Inuyasha?"
"Will you� stay with me?"
I don�t think that�s a good idea. Inwardly, Miroku began listing off a thousand reasons why he should just take his blanket and go sleep on the couch. But tonight his mind wasn�t working right, and he suddenly felt a deep-hearted pity for his friend. It was his birthday, after all, and he was all alone. I�m sure he just wants some company.
Wordlessly, he turned and made his way back over to the bed, being sure to settle down as far away from Inuyasha as he could.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Inuyasha."
The two lapsed into silence, and nothing could be heard but the whistle of the wind. Still, Miroku couldn�t sleep. Twice he was sure he felt Inuyasha�s hands on his back, yet it was only a fleeting feeling, and he did not want to wake his friend for something as silly as that.
"Hey, Miroku?"
The words surprised him. He hadn�t been aware Inuyashs sts still awake. He shifted, turning to face him. In the darkness, he could only see a faint outline of his friend, but his eyes shone slightly, and with clarity, unusual since he had been drunk only an hour or so before.
"Yeah?"
"Can I� crash here for a while? I don�t want to face my brother again. I don�t think I�m strong enough to."
Miroku was sure his face would have been one of utter confusion, had it been bright enough to see by. This was completely unlike Inuyasha; he had never been one to open up to people. Indeed, Miroku was probably his closest friend, and he hardly even knew anything about the hanyou. "Yeah, you can stay as long as you want." He found himself speaking the words without even giving it thought.
Just great. He had exams coming soon, he needed to study, and now he had just offered his home to Inuyasha. Mentally, he slapped himself.
Outwardly, he forced a smile, despite knowing that it was too dark for Inuyasha to see it anyway. "Why can�t you face him, anyway? What was the argument about?"
Earlier, Inuyasha would have died before admitting the truth. The alcohol was still in his system, however, and it loosed his tongue just a little too much. In any case, Inuyasha gave no thought to his answer, simply blurting out the frank truth. "There was no argument. He has a fucking boyfriend, Miroku."
"Oh."

Miroku bit his lip, racking his brain for something to say. "Oh." It appeared his brain wasn�t functioning, as that was the only thing he seemed to be able to come up with.
Inuyasha, on the other hand, wasn�t in much better condition, having realized what he had just said. Of course, now that he had said it, he couldn�t tear his mind away from the scene, and it replayed in his head just now�his brother, head tilted back, crying out in rapture as he pumped into the tight passage of a man bent over the kitchen table.
And his body reacted to the scene, filling Inuyasha with shame, and something more intense- lust.
Miroku said nothing, but he saw the dark flicker in Inuyasha�s eyes, saw the way his body tensed. He could read all of the signals, yet refused to give in.
He wouldn�t ruin a friendship for a night they would both regret.
Shutting his eyes, Miroku took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the reaction his own body was having right now. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin, and through his eyelids ouldould feel Inuyasha watching him.
Those eyes, however, quickly flew open as Miroku felt Inuyasha�s lips pressed against his own. His lips were soft, but firm- just the way Miroku had expected them to be. Though he wouldn�t admit having thought of his friend that way before, of course.
Pull away! End this! Miroku�s thoughts bounced through his head wildly, yet he pushed them, and his common sense aside, instead opening his lips to Inuyasha�s teasing, licking tongue, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Miroku�s tongue darted out to meet Inuyasha�s as the hanyou ravaged his mouth. The dark-haired man brought a hand up to tangle in Inuyasha�s luscious silver locks, the ones he had always been dying to stroke, and in response Inuyasha moaned softly, their tongues dueling passionately.
Somehow Miroku was on his back then, the kiss broken off momentarily as they both regained their breath. Inuyasha�s hands deftly pulled away the loose shirt Miroku had been wearing, revealing his toned skin to his smoldering gaze. Miroku shuddered then; a combination of the cool air hitting his exposed flesh, and Inuyasha�s eyes on him.
There was no more time to think, as their lips met again in a brief kiss before Inuyasha broke off, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. Miroku�s head fell back against the pillow as Inuyasha paused to suck at the hollow of his neck, a low moan escaping his lips.
Inuyasha�s silvery head dipped lower, his lips gliding across the smooth skin of Miroku�s chest. Miroku let out another moan, this time louder, as Inuyasha took one of his nipples in his mouth, teasing the taut skin, swirling his tongue about it, and nipping lightly with his fangs. He relentlessly tortured the sensitive skin, the moans spilling from him almost too much for Inuyasha to handle. Finally he relented, only to submit the neglected nub to the same torture.
Miroku shifted beneath him, his breath becoming shallow. He had an incredibly sensitive body, and Inuyasha�s foreplay was already bringing him to orgasm. As he wriggled slightly beneath him, their groins came into contact, his aching erection twitching, begging for release.
Inuyasha, too, couldn�t hold out much longer, and his hands slid down Miroku�s body, pulling off thets hts he was wearing with a bit of flustered difficulty, causing Miroku to laugh, despite himself. His laughter was cut short as a strong hand curled around his weeping erection, stroking him roughly.
"Ah!" Miroku�s short cry, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, was nearly enough to send Inuyasha over the edge right then. However, he mustered all his self-control, and managed to hold back. It was then that he was aware of Miroku�s own hands sliding down his back, snaking into his boxers to grope him.
Inuyasha let out a small moan, a sound of pure need, and he buried his head in Miroku�s neck. "Lube�" he whispered, speaking for the first time, suddenly feeling very shy.
"In there�" Miroku nodded slightly at a drawer in his bedside table, and after a moment of rummaging, Inuyasha found what he was looking for.
As Miroku slid Inuyasha�s boxers the rest of the way down, he let out a hiss of disappointment as the hand working his erection disappeared. A moment later, however, he felt a slick digit pressed against his puckered entrance. Miroku took a deep breath, willing himself to relax as he felt the cool finger work into him. There was slight pain, but nothing he hadn�t been expecting.
A second finger was inside him, and then a third, probing. Miroku let out a gasp as the exploring fingers brushed against something, the sound followed by one of disappointment as the fingers were removed, leaving him feeling strangely empty. The feeling didn�t last long, however, as Inuyasha pushed his legs apart, spreading him, leaving him feeling vulnerable. A shiver worked its way down his spine at the thought.
Then the blunt tip of Inuyasha�s erection was pushing against him, and with a short thrust, he was inside him, buried to the hilt. Miroku�s eyes shut, fire bursting around him as the burning pain overtook him. He could feel Inuyasha all around him, throbbing with need, and he willed his muscles to relax for the hanyou, all the while being thankful he was waiting for him to adjust.
Finally, after a moment, the pain subsided, and Miroku shifted his hips slightly, giving Inuyasha permission to continue. Inuyasha smi sho showing his sharp fangs, and began to thrust.
Shallow at first, the pace agonizingly slow. Miroku�s eyes fell closed again as Inuyasha leaned forward to kiss him once more, his lips silencing Miroku�s pleading moans.
"Don�t tease me�" Miroku whispered against his lips, his voice soft. He hated begging Inuyasha for anything, but he was desperate for release. Inuyasha smirked in reply, nipping at his lips softly, but obliging. He threw one of Miroku�s legs over his shoulder, pounding into him from an angle, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out nearly all the wall and thrusting back in again.
Colours burst before Miroku�s e and and a wave of pleasure overtook him as Inuyasha brushed against something deep inside of him. Words spilled from his lips, though he had no idea what he was saying, and Inuyasha was so far gone in the throes of pleasure he couldn�t hear him. Miroku�s neglected erection rubbed against Inuyasha�s stomach with every thrust, bringing him closer to the edge.
Finally it was too much, and with a lust-filled scream, Miroku reached his peak, his hot liquid spilling, dripping down Inuyasha�s stomach and pooling on Miroku�s thighs. It was too much for Inuyasha, who buried himself in Miroku�s hot, tight passage one last time, shooting his seed deep into him, filling him to the brink.
They collapsed then, a sweaty, sticky pile of seemingly boneless limbs. Miroku gave Inuyasha an appraising look, and the hanyou stuck his tongue out at him in reply.

#9; "That was unexpected," Miroku said, raising an eyebrow.
"Who�re you to complain?" Inuyasha retorted, glaring at him.
"Who said I was complaining?" Miroku laughed softly, and rested a hand on Inuyasha�s back, savoring the feeling of his slick skin, covered with a sheen of sweat from their previous actions.
"Damn right you�re not," Inuyasha smirked, his words interrupted by a loud yawn as he rested his head on Miroku�s chest.
Maybe nothing has to change, after all, Miroku thought softly. "Hey Inuyasha?"
"What the fuck d�you want now?"
"What was this, anyway?"
"A fuck."
Just a fuck. Miroku�s brow narrowed. He wasn�t sure what the feeling flowing through his veins was right now�merely relief, or could it be, disappointment?
In any case, he would have to wait until morning. Miroku suddenly felt very tired, his eyes were very heavy. And finally, he found he could fall asleep, the euphoria of sex mingling into his dreams.
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A/n: I�ve been debating whether to leave it as a one-shot or continue it. Opinions would be nice. So yea, review please? *puppy dog eyes* ^^;;
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