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Use Me	By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Miroku Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em; don’t get paid. This is a YAOI (man lovin’ man) and if that offends you, then I ask that you please stop reading and find something you would enjoy rather than wasting your time flaming me.
Genre: YAOI

Rating: NC-17/X

Code: Inu/Miro
Review: If you will, I will happily read them. Thank you in advance.
Use Me
A gentle breeze blew silver strands of hair into the wind, dancing them as though the air was feeling playful. A clawed hand batted the hair back down in irritation, not in the mood for whatever games the world felt like playing with him. Miroku mused that perhaps the wind simply wanted to cheer him up. He had been so down ever since she left…
“I know you’re there,” InuYasha growled. Miroku stepped out from behind the tree, sliding his hand against the rough bark, enjoying the way his fingers tingled from it. InuYasha may have been in a sour mood, but the monk certainly wasn’t. He closed the distance between them and sat by his friend, staring off into the sunset with him. “What do you want?” the hanyou barked.
Miroku looked over into the golden eyes trying to burn a hole in the side of his head and smiled. InuYasha’s ears went back suspiciously. Miroku sighed and looked forward again, wondering if there was anything he could do or say to cheer his friend up.
“Women problems?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Keh. You’d know all about those, now, wouldn’t you?” InuYasha snapped.
“Fine, if you want to sit here and mope all day, don’t let me stop you,” Miroku shot back and started to get up.
“Don’t tell me you were just here because you were worried about me,” InuYasha mocked.
“And why wouldn’t I be? You’ve been so pissed off lately that all you do is sulk and bite people’s heads off. There’s obviously something wrong.” Miroku glared at InuYasha and the hanyou sighed.
“Women problems,” he responded. Miroku looked back out at the sky and waited for InuYasha to be ready to say more. “As much as I complain about your womanizing, there are times when I wish I could do it, just a little. Or that the girls I’ve had the misfortune to fall for weren’t so damn pure.”
“So, what you’re saying is… you’re horny.”
“No shit,” InuYasha growled. Miroku laughed and InuYasha turned to him, ready to tear him a new one, but then he saw the sympathy in the other man’s eyes and stopped.
“That particular affliction is one that has caused me quite a bit of problems, as you well know.” Miroku looked down at the grass under his shoe, watching it blow in the wind. “And there is only so much one can do for himself…”
“Yeah,” InuYasha agreed.
“Why don’t you go into a village and—”
“Buy a girl?” InuYasha finished. Miroku nodded. “Because even whores have standards,” InuYasha said. Miroku looked at him in confusion and InuYasha sighed. “They won’t touch a hanyou, even the ones who take youkai customers. I tried a few times before I met Kikyo.”
“I had no idea,” Miroku said, horrified. “Does that mean you’re…?”
“Yeah,” InuYasha said, looking away quickly. “Pathetic, huh?”
“No wonder you’ve been in such a bad mood,” Miroku sympathized. He thought back on the girls he had enjoyed in the past. How, sometimes, all he really needed was a nice, uncomplicated roll in the dark. Now, it was obvious that his best friend needed that, but had no way to get it. Unless… “Would you…” Miroku wasn’t sure how to broach this subject.
“It’s better if I don’t,” InuYasha said, misunderstanding what Miroku was about to say. “I don’t even do anything with Kikyo and Kagome gets so angry with me. I shouldn’t mess around with more girls.”
“What about a man?” Miroku asked softly.
“Pardon me?” InuYasha asked quietly.
“I wish to… help you,” Miroku said. InuYasha turned and locked eyes with him, his mouth open slightly. “I’ve heard samurai do it,” Miroku said quickly. InuYasha’s jaw snapped closed and he blinked hard. “If you want, you may… use me. If it helps, you can close your eyes and just pretend I’m her.”
“Which her?”
“Whichever you like,” Miroku said. InuYasha was leaning in towards him even as he answered and he closed his eyes. A moment later, soft, dry lips touched his own gently. Miroku was surprised by his body’s immediate reaction. His skin jumped when a warm, wet tongue, seeking entrance into his mouth, followed the lips. He met the request with his own tongue, sliding past InuYasha’s, surprised by the sweetness he found in the kiss. InuYasha was surprisingly gentle, even when his claws raked up the back of Miroku’s neck, eliciting a soft gasp as the hairs on his skin stood up in a trail behind the fingernails.
Miroku slid his own fingers into InuYasha’s hair, surprised by how soft it was. He took such poor care of it that Miroku never expected it to feel freshly combed. He had only ever seen InuYasha comb it with his claws. He supposed that must be enough as he let the silver strands slide over his fingers, feeling InuYasha pull out the tie for his own short hair. Miroku felt the tingling of its freedom followed by long fingers separating it and fanning it out around his neck. Fingers glided through the soft tangle, his own hairs tickling his neck in a whisper, followed by breath as InuYasha leaned closer.
Wet heat followed the breath and Miroku gasped. No attention had ever been paid to him in lovemaking. He had always been the seducer, the one dancing over the soft skin of another to win his way into the most treasured of human experiences. Here, he was a woman for his friend. He was the one to lie, pliant and willing and do none of the work. It was a strange position and he found that he couldn’t just be still as the women he’d been with. His hands followed the woman’s dance, sliding InuYasha’s kimono from his shoulders, but he didn’t end it there. He allowed his mouth to follow in the same brush of flesh, strangely satisfied when InuYasha shook beneath him.
The trembling was one he knew—the mingled pain and desire and tremendous relief that it was about to be released. The nervousness that it could all evaporate at a moment’s notice. He hadn’t had it in the years since he had first been with a woman, but it was a sensation that would never leave him. He had never been so anticipatory since that first night, so long ago. He knew of one woman that nearly brought it all back over and over, but without the promise of the relief, he kept himself still and at a distance enough not to give into that too-honest moment where the trembling in his hands would move over his whole body. He ran his hands down every part of exposed skin on the hanyou that shivered.
Before he knew it, they were both freed of clothing, mouths and hands touching bodies not quite what they wanted, but enough that it was what they needed. Miroku closed his eyes and let himself take just what he offered to his friend and imagined it was Sango laying beside him—her hands giving him this pleasure. Her mouth driving him hot and cold at the same time. Then he reached a point where that was not possible. His had arrived at the center of InuYasha’s need and he hesitated a moment. It was not the same as his—the shape was slightly different and InuYasha was larger. Still, it was familiar territory and though the angle was strange, he overcame it to lend a hand to his companion.
Then InuYasha’s hand mirrored his own and he lost his grip. Miroku had thought he was finely masterful over his own body, but the way the hanyou worked him was like nothing he had felt before. He writhed under the waves of gratification that rolled him into blindness. His heart thudded into his breast like a bird fluttering against a trap, he couldn’t seem to draw enough breath and the world was golden-edged from the strength of his climax. Just when he thought his head was about to explode, InuYasha released him.
Exhausted, Miroku collapsed to the ground from the arch of his back, his body limp and spent. The grass he lied on was wet; though with what, he did not know. His skin itched a little where it touched. He wasn’t given much time to recover before the hanyou grabbed his hips and turned him over onto his stomach, and then pulled him back. Miroku rather enjoyed the sensations, especially when InuYasha rubbed himself against his butt. He pushed gently at the opening and Miroku found it pleasant until InuYasha finally gathered his balance and aim together and pushed all the way in.
Miroku suppressed a cry of pain, clenching his eyes and teeth shut tight. He felt like he was being torn in half and he scooted forward, trying to escape the pain. InuYasha pulled him back and Miroku bit the cloth covering his wrist, hard. This was what he had offered; this was what InuYasha needed. Miroku couldn’t take it back now, he wouldn’t; it would be too cruel. So he bore the pain as InuYasha moved inside of him, trying to fight his own body, which kept creeping forward and trying to get away from the foreign object inside. His fingers dug past the rough roots of the grass and into the earth beneath.
InuYasha stopped after a minute and Miroku wondered if (and hoped that) it was over. InuYasha fell forward against his back and started moving again and Miroku bit down, almost to his skin, keeping himself from making a sound. InuYasha reached around him and grasped him again, though, trying to work him back up. Miroku wanted to tell him not to bother, that it hurt too much for him to enjoy it, but he didn’t want to ruin it for his friend, so he tried to relax.
That’s when InuYasha repositioned himself again and Miroku felt something strange. He gasped when it happened again and immediately grew hard. Whatever it was that InuYasha was hitting inside of him at this angle, it was erasing all the pain of the last few minutes. He found his hips moving into a rhythm, pressing forward into the hand holding him and back into the mirrored need, trying to feed them both. He had to stop when a pain ran up his leg, but his body still moved of its own volition while InuYasha made a home inside of him.
Then he felt the bite of claws into his abdomen as InuYasha abruptly released him and pressed him up and back until Miroku’s butt rested against his thighs. A deep, soft sound came from deep inside the hanyou and Miroku shifted his weight onto his left arm so he could finish what InuYasha almost had. It only took a moment and then they both collapsed, breathing heavy, their slick bodies sliding against one another.
Miroku gasped for air until InuYasha slid off of him completely and then he could catch his breath. He turned over and pushed his hair off his neck where it was sticking. Unfortunately, that put him in a pile of InuYasha’s hair, but it was soft and didn’t cling to him. He admired the contrast between his own black strands as they lie against the field of white, then he lifted his head and brushed the long hair away from him. He closed his eyes for a moment as his body shuddered one last time, then he turned to look at InuYasha.
The final rays of the sun were caught, glowing, in his friend’s eyes as they gazed up at the sky. His mouth was slightly parted and his breath still coming a little fast. Miroku looked away as he realized he was considering InuYasha’s beauty. It was too strange to him. But he didn’t understand how anyone could miss the humanity in the hanyou. He had done so once, for such a brief period of time. But any time with InuYasha erased all of that. Sometimes, though he knew InuYasha was much older than he, he felt that he was the older one. This was one of those times.
Miroku wasn’t sure how long they lie there on the grass before InuYasha sat up and reached for his haori. It took them only moments and they were both dressed. Miroku turned away and turned back to the forest he had been hiding in before. His hand touched the rough tree it had in the beginning and finally, he turned to look back at InuYasha. The hanyou was sitting in the grass again, staring out at the empty sky, bereft even of moon this early into the night, but his posture was entirely changed.
As if he felt the monk’s gaze, InuYasha turned back and met his eyes. Miroku nodded to him and InuYasha nodded back. As Miroku prepared to turn away again, he stopped when he saw the barest smile touch InuYasha’s lips as the hanyou resumed his vigil on the western lands. There was now a sense of peace to the scene he viewed and he liked to think he brought it to his friend.
But he knew, deep down, that he had only been a vessel. What had brought the peace was her. A mysterious her that Miroku never wanted to have a name for. Part of him wanted to be her, most of him already had. But the rest was just Miroku and he didn’t like men. He liked women. Couldn’t get enough of them. But then, InuYasha wasn’t a man. He wasn’t a woman, either. Miroku shook his head, trying to banish the confusing thoughts.
“I don’t think I’d mind, though,” he said softly to himself as he departed, “if he used me again…”
The end.
A/N: This story was created Monday, October 17, 2005 6:30:00 AM (according to Windows) and I finished it at 11:26pm on August 24th. Such a long time for such a short oneshot, ne?

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