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Pride and Punishment	By : theonlytalonsage Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Miroku Views: 4264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pride and Punishment

A Little 'Yasha fic (in the same universe as Pillow talk, Little 'Yasha, In the Warm, ect...)
by jenerik_brand and talonsage

Gods all damnit. He had it�he'd HAD it. If the kid hadn't opened his big mouth and make the tricks wise he would have gotten enough to sleep in decent lodgings tonight. Kids... They thought they knew it all. HIS kid was getting a big head on his shoulders. Sure, a little confidence was what he needed when he was a little, scared, formerly abused thing. But he's getting too big for his britches now. Needs to be taken down a peg, or three. Sometimes Miroku could just ... Shit, but he was irritated.

Inuyasha flicked the long, thick braid back over his shoulder, grateful at to at least wear normal clothes. Whenever big brother was around, the damned fire rat robes had to be donned, and they itched. They looked hot, and performed as advertised, but he preferred to look younger than he actually was when he could. It was better for business anyway. Which if Sesshoumaru was to be believed was closer to thirty than the young adolescent he looked. Thirty-ish was a man...but no one treated him that way. Specially the old man. Scowling he put his hands in his sleeves. "You are losing it Mi-ro-kuuuu..." drawing it out because he knows it annoys his father to no end to have his child call him by his name.

Miroku stopped dead in his tracks. At no time was Inuyasha ever, ever to call him by his name. He was Dad. Father. Daddy.... Lover. Never Miroku. And yet... He closes his eyes. Perhaps he was overreacting. After all, the boy was spirited. It is a signal of his independence and confidence, and not a negative thing. Right? He is a con, a rube, a liar, a thief and a consummate pervert and pedophile, but he is a man of peace, damnit. A son of Buddha. He could bend like a willow. A simple word would not break his will, especially one from a boy he saved from a life of abuse in that damn monastery. No. He must be patient with Inuyasha. He was after all, deep down, still that sweet, lost little....

Gold eyes slid sideways, and one ear rotated toward his father. He smirked. "Losing your hearing too." He could almost HEAR the old man's thought gears grinding, "Mi-roo-kuuuu..."

Miroku opened his eyes. "Pardon me." He put the staff in front of Inuyasha's path. "I must have misheard you, son." He shook his head and laughed. "Because if you were calling me by my given name that would mean you want an ass kicking." He rolled his eyes. "And I know you don't want an ass kicking." His smile didn�t reach his eyes. In fact, he was glaring, challenging the boy. "Do you, now?"

He glanced down at the staff, then at his father, raising his brow and flicking his ear. Did he want an as kicking? Hmm. Well, he wanted an ass SOMETHING...puppy eyes time it was. "B..but I thought you...l...loved meee..."

"Love you?" Miroku moved the staff out of the way. "Son, you're everything to me." He sighed. "It's been a long day. I'm tired and I am sorry if I am overreacting. It's just that I want to find decent lodgings and spare us another night in those woods. I'm sick of sleeping outside and I want..." He wanted those big puppy eyes looking up at him when his cock was jammed up that puppy ass in a nice comfortable inn. That was what he wanted. Fat chance with no money. He shook his head. "I need a drink."

He snorted. He stepped forward, smirked, paused and glanced over his shoulder. "You need more than that old man. You really ARE losing it, Miroku..." And with that, he wisely took off...though not nearly as fast as he could. Wouldn't do to get the old man really worn out and pissed. Though...his father was fast enough at times...he actually could keep up with him over short distances. Maybe better run a little faster. Yeah.

Why that little... Miroku was not a man to ponder when action was needed. He was already chasing the little... the little... Fuck, but he was a little shit! His sweet little boy had become a brat! A shit-talking little bastard! Oh, but he was asking for it. Begging for it. That sweet, tight ass looked too good, that boy was thinking he was so slick. Oh, he'd show him slick. Miroku picked up speed. Funny how he could run so fast and be so hard at the same time. Good training, he supposed. Strict upbringing. Yes... Oh fuck but he was about to give a little strictness, too. Right... about.... now! Miroku reached forward and snatched up that braid and yanked that little punk back so fast he fell into last week.

"YOW!!!" He went flat on his back, breath out of his chest, gaping like a fish out of water for air as he wheezed. Oh shit, Dad was MAD!!! Maaaaaybe he pushed him too far? By the sounds of the vendors around them, they weren't quite sure what to make of the scene. "Owww..." was all he could manage as he squinted up at his father. Fuck...those eyes were scarier than Sesshoumaru could ever hope of being. "Hi Dad..." he gasps out.

"Don't Hi, Dad me." He was towering over him, shaking with fucking anger. Damnit! There were people staring. Great. Now he was going to be one of those people. The ones who beat their kids in public. Well, now he understood. Now he sympathized. Now he was about to join their ranks... and then something occurred to him. Something that hit him when he was staring at the quiver in Inuyasha's lip. "Let's take this somewhere private." He nabbed the braid and dragged the boy into a dark, secluded ally with nice big piles of hay and piles of dirty old vendor�s pots. "Ah." He slammed Inuyasha against the wall and grinned with the fakest grin that was ever grinned in the history of fake grins. So fake it was positively cracking his face. "Where were we? Ah, yes. Hi, Dad!" Then he shoved his knee between his thighs. "Well, then. Hi, son!"

He would deny squeaking except it was pretty loud. "Hi Dad's knee...um...you seem pretty...um..." Hot. He was aroused. Dad was. He could smell it. He was too. This was...new, uncharted territory. Theoretically this was what he wanted. Sorta. And to yank on Dad's chain some, cause he was just in a bad mood over all. Still. "Hi..." he repeats weakly.

"That's it?" Miroku closed the distance between them. They were both pretty hot, pretty wet from sweating, panting pretty heavily, too. And pretty fucking turned on. Oh... Miroku stared him down, glaring into those big amber eyes. "So this is a game to you, is it? Some way to amuse yourself? You think you can disrespect me in public and play good puppy with me when I call you on it?" Miroku shook his head. He was so close their noses touched every time he moved. "I don't think so, Inuyasha. What do you think a good father would do when his son is so disrespectful? Any ideas?"

He flinched a bit, his ears flicking down as he struggled to keep them up. "No sir," he mumbled, his eyes slid to one side. What would a good father do? Hell, he didn't know. His father WAS a good father. But still..."Are you gonna hit me?"

"Hit you?" Miroku narrowed his eyes. "Is that what you think I would do to you? Hit you? My boy?" He stroked his cheek with his knuckle just like he did when he was a tiny, scared pup. "I'd never beat you, Inuyasha. I'd never, ever do that." Then he jerked him away from the wall, whirled him around as Miroku sat on a pot and knocked the wind out of him with his knee. The boy was laid over his knee. "But I WILL spank the hell out of you."

He yelped, gasping as he goes over his father's knee. Shit, he must have pissed him off REALLY bad to even go this far. And fuck...he was dizzy and out of air and fuck...he tried to gasp out, "Daaaaa..." but all that came out was a dusty squeak until he got his wind back. Goddamnit...

"Now boy," he jerked the pants down, the robes up, and rubbed that smooth, sweet ass, "this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you." Not. He bit the tip of his tongue and kept rubbing, kept him guessing when the smack was coming. Then WHAM! One good, hard smack and that ass was marked with a red hand print. "There! What do you think of that, you little smart ass? Your old man losing it now?" He smacked again, and again. Oh, it hurt his hand but he loved the way it sounded!

He yelped, then grunted, then smacked his hands over his mouth, kicking his legs, trying to hold in the shrieks as his father spanked him. SPANKED HIM. It fucking HURT, and he knew his face was as red as his ass was getting. And...fuck, he was still hard. It was hard to concentrate on one or the other...every time he thought about how fucking hard he was Dad smacked his ass again and made him yelp and squirm, which reminded him how hard he was, and then he got smacked again..." Owww...FUCK DAAAAAAAAD OWWWW!~!!!

"What's that?" SMACK! "Ow's not an answer." SMACK. "And this old man doesn't think 'ow' is even a word." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Come on. You're young. You know it all. Tell me, am I losing it?" SMACK! Gods, but the boy was still hard. And so was he. Even harder. Fuck. All he could think about was ramming his cock up the boy's ass. An ass that was cherry....red. Oh.... yes. "Say you're sorry!"

"I'm fucking SORRY, OKAY?? OWWW!!! You're NOT LOS...OWWWW..ING it..." Shit, he was crying? Awww, when did THAT happen? He was all snotfaced now, like a little kid. He wasn't gonna be able to sit after this...

He yanked the boy up by the braid and glared. "There is no crying here. No pity, no crying. You got that?" He could not stand self pity and he was not about to allow it in his boy. SMACK! "And here's one for the tears. Your whining's not getting you out of what you deserve. Do" SMACK "you" SMACK "understand!?" SMACK SMACK SMACK! "Say thank you for being such a loving " SMACK! "Considerate" SMACK "FATHER!!!!!"

"AAAAHHHH!!!" Well fuck you very much Dad!! Still, though he didn't often cry, it fucking HURT damnit. "FUCK...SHIT...OWW!!! Than...*hiccup* k you...." Squirm, wriggle, "OWWW!!!"

"I think you like it." Miroku nudged where the hard cock was positively dribbling down his leg, right before he SMACKED. "Say you like it when I take care of you, damnit." He gave in and licked the welts for a moment, right before he SMACKED again. "Say it, little Yasha." He rubbed the welt, right before he smacked with a little less sting and a little more pat.

He rubbed his nose with his hand. He whined, then shuddered. "I like it..." Mumbling into his kimono and under kimono. "I like it....you know I do..."

Miroku was alternating between licking and swatting. There was something about it. It was so right. So incredibly right. "Tell me you like this." He had to hear it, had to know it wasn't hurting his boy. It was the last thing his wanted. But Inuyasha needed it, so very badly. "Tell me," he nudged the brat's cock again.

He panted hard, whined softly. Did he? Shit...he did. He really did. Hell, he practically begged the old man to do this, now that he thought about it. The fuck was he thinking? "I like it," he said softly, then groaned. "Daaaaaaaad....please...."

"Please..." he rubbed the red skin and waited. "Please, what Inuyasha?" He wanted to hear it. Fuck, it would turn him on to hear him beg to be spanked. "Ask your Daddy nicely, baby. He loves you so, so much."

He gulped, but fuck...his ass is so hot...and he was so hard..."Daddy please...I deserve it...was b�" He chokes on that word though. Bad. He couldn't say it. Even now, years after he'd even thought of himself as a cursed, worthless, bad boy, he couldn't. He couldn't. He remembered what that word meant, if only at the very faint edges of his memory. This�was not the same. It wasn't. "I need it...please..."

"You've never been more fuckable than you are now." Miroku slid the boy around so his ass was propped directly in front of Miroku's face. He licked the welts, then worked his way toward the center. "You're like a ripened cherry when you're all red like this." He wished his robe was hiked up so Inuyasha could touch him. Well, it didn't matter. He wanted so much at once. More than anything he wanted... He smacked him again. "You are being such a good boy, now." He gently bit a welt before licking it.

He whined loudly in his chest, shivered at the licks, then yelped at the smacks. "G..g...good boy...Daaaaaaaaaaddy...please..." He didn't know what he wanted more...more of the biting and licking or more of the spanking, or something hot and wet up his ass now. NOW.

Miroku sighed. "Ah, Inuyasha. Your cries do not go unheeded." And he stuck his tongue deep into his ass. Much squealing and whining commenced. So he wrapped his hand around his boy's cock and began to work. Too bad he had to hold on to the boy's legs to keep him from falling over. He wanted to smack his ass one more time. Just for being loud.

Oh gods, oh gods oh gods!!! His hips tried to buck and move, but Daddy held him firmly. He always knew what his boy needed and oh...OH!!! "Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy!!!" He's babbling and whining and squealing and begging...and as per usual a decent amount of nearly forgotten Latin manages to sneak its way in. It's a mark of how far gone he already was, really. Oh fuck, he's gonna come...and they barely even started!!

Miroku stopped when the Latin came out. "Stand up." He was curt but not harsh when he shoved the boy away. He didn't want him on all fours. No. He pointed to the wall. "I want to see your eyes." He backed him up against the brick and hiked his robes up. "Wrap your legs around me, boy." He nuzzled his cheek. "You need a good deep fuck from your Daddy, don't you?" He was a whisper away from his lips. A wagon clattered on the cobbled road just a few paces away. "Say it."

He protested wordlessly at being shoved away, but was quick to obey, pressing his back up against the nearby wall. He clung to his father, legs snug around Daddy's waist. "Please...oh please Daddy...I need it. Need you."

"You do, don't you?" He reached between his legs and propped him against the head of his cock. Then he pressed in, just a little. Enough to make the boy groan. Loudly. Then he pulled out. "Tell Daddy you love him." He nipped his little flittering ear. "Say it, baby..." He swiveled his hips so his cock would pivot against him.
The response was instant. "I love you Daddy!! I love you so much!! Please..." He panted loudly, squirming desperately. "Daaaaaaaaaaddy...please..." Fuck his ass hurt SO much, and he'd almost had Daddy inside...oh, it was gonna hurt with little prep and less lubrication...

"I'm going to fuck you right here, up against the wall, baby." Miroku whispered. "You've been a very, very loud boy, crying and carrying on. People must've heard. They must've figured out I was going to do something to you when I dragged you in here. They could be watching you right now. Do you want Daddy to stop?"

He shivered, hard. "No...Blessed Buddha�no Daddy please don't stop I'll die if you do!!" It was said with all the heartfelt truthfulness of a teenager who believed he might actually cease living if he didn't get Daddy's fuck right now.

"Well said." Miroku tipped the boy's face up and took his lips. And his ass- both in one movement, one stroke. He pressed his hands against the wall and grunted as his cock plowed its way through with barely any lubrication. Their mouths were wet, though. Spit slid down Miroku's cheek. Or was it sweat? Or tears? He didn't care. He slammed his fist against the bricks. Fuck, but he didn't care about a damn thing but his baby!

He screeched, his head going back against the bricks behind him, Daddy's mouth on his, his cock...owww fuck cock...and his ass...damnit...it hurt SO fucking much. And he wanted more. He whined loudly into his father's mouth, his claws scratched the hell out of the wall, his body clenched all around that big pole up his ass. Fuck...he liked it like this. Who knew?

That's right," Miroku muttered into his mouth. "Scream for me." He licked the sweat from his cheek. "Make me harder." He went faster. Changed his angle. Pushed him against the wall with his arm pressed against Inuyasha's chest and lunged with deep, deep thrusts. "You are a good boy, Inuyasha. A good boy screams when he's fucked. Scream for me."

Oh FUCK! He pants loudly, then screams, once, then again. Daddy was banging against his sore ass, his cock stabbed so deep, and rough. The wall was catching; coarse on his kimono, rasping on the back of his head. It burned, his ass burned, his ears burned, because he COULD hear people around...someone was witnessing this, and fuck..."Harder...please...harder!!!" He could feel the thin, silver scars of almost forgotten abuse catching on the fabric as he was fucked against the jagged wall.

"Harder..." Miroku sucked the pulse at his throat. He pulled back until he was all the way out and rammed all the way back in, over and over. He picked up his pace, faster and faster. "Is that hard enough? Tell the people you love it when Daddy fucks you up the ass, baby. Don't make them worry." He grabbed his ass and began to move Inuyasha's body up and down as he swiveled and lunged.

"I love it...I love Daddy's fuck!!" It had started out as a moan but ended up a barking shriek. "Oh please...oh Gods...Daddy...OWWWW...Daaaaaaaaaaaddy!!!" His belly was so tight and hot, Daddy's hands hard on his ass, his very exceedingly hot and red ass, and he was so close, and then he was falling. He was falling, even though he knew Daddy wouldn't ever let him fall, but the sensations melted into each other so hard and fast and liquid and scent, he couldn't distinguish one from any other. He was falling, so unbelievably good, he can see each breath as his release fills him entirely.

The boy's come splashed between their bellies. Oh, his face had that sweet shocked look. He always looked so surprised when he came, as if it was the first time. Oh, fuck. It was sending Miroku over the edge. "Love... Love you... so much..." He pulled out and felt the world tilt when he came. It was like their souls were mixing together. Ugh.. He slumped against the wall, holding the trembling boy the best he could with his own trembling limbs as he pressed their foreheads together. He wanted to lie down and sleep but this wasn't the place. And... Oh fuck. People... people were watching...

His arms cling to his father as he manages to open his eyes and blink a bit. "Daddy," he murmurs into his father. "I love you." He sighed, contentedly, arms squeezing a bit tighter, though he was limp as an overcooked rice noodle. Daddy was hot, sweating, and holding them both up, which was a good thing, really because his own legs, he knew couldn't even support him. "My Daddy..." He's back at default. Fuck he loved his father.

"My boy..." Miroku struggled to stand up but he was so damn worn out. I am losing it he thought with a wry grin. Then when he heard the commotion he knew he didn't have time to feel sorry for himself. He heard the words buggery, sodomizing, incestuous and demon loving and he knew he had to do something. "I love you so much."

He would never let them lay a finger on his Inuyasha. Even though he was older and more than capable of taking care of himself with a pack of raving humans, he was still his sweet little 'Yasha underneath it all. So he stood up, pulled his robes down and began twirling his staff until it was a blur. "Stand aside, Fathers of none and Sons of hundreds! Move so we can shake your dust from our feet!"

He whined, but managed to get his feet under him so he could pull up his pants, adjust his kimonos and stand behind his father. Damnit...mark this as another village they couldn't use for a few years...

"Stay behind me, kid." Miroku said out of the side of his mouth. "Rubes are about to go air borne." And so he pressed on and villagers flew as they tried to come at them and kissed Miroku's staff, instead. Damnit, he didn't want this to happen, but it did. Well, he had to admit it was good. Better than good. He smiled over his shoulder as another rube flew over their heads. "Maybe I am losing it, just a little."

"Nah...y'r better 'n ever Dad." He let his eyes bleed red, just a little. Just a tiny bit, cause he felt so good. Just a bit, because despite the situation, he felt so relaxed now. "Totally worth it." He could've helped, but Dad was having so much fun, and besides�he always loved to watch his old man in action. He was fucking fast for a human, something he hadn't known until his brother started training him. And sexy. Very sexy.

The villagers could go to the seven hells. He grabbed the boy to his side. "Totally?" He planted a kiss on his lips. The villagers were already vacating the street. They were completely alone this time. He dropped the staff and held him tight. He liked to see his demon side. The way he embraced being who he was. Finally.

He could almost purr as he looked up at his father, touching his lips with a smile. "Completely." He snuggled into his father's warmth. "Let's blow this place."

"Really?" Miroku's eyebrow goes up. He liked the sound of that. So did his hand, which is already fondling Inuyasha's tender ass. "To the forest then!" He scooped the boy over his shoulder and commenced to commence. Not because Inuyasha couldn't walk, but because he wanted to smack his rump every once in a while as they went.

"OI!! Daaaaaaaaaaad!!!" Well, this wasn't entirely bad. He winked at a woman carrying a jar of water as he casually groped his father's ass, as he was carried out of the village. This held promise. Lots and lots of promise. He might have to mouth off a lot more. Maybe next time AFTER they'd secured lodgings though.

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