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A/N Okay, ORAL warning. I know it’s been a while
since a full lemon. I’m tryin’ to save it all up for
the super-lemon that’s gonna finish up the story.
(You didn’t think I was going to leave Sessh out
forever, now did ya?). I know this is coming a bit
before the editing is perfect, but I can feel the urge to write ebbing a bit,
and I refuse to let it ebb before I finish the dang story! So, things will be
coming out quickly, if not as tidily, until it’s done. Not much longer, I don’t
think.
Chapter 9 – Talking Things Over
Kouga sat cross-legged on the stone floor of his
den, his eyes never leaving Miroku. Every few minutes
he shifted and twitched and made little sighs of boredom, irritation,
annoyance, and any host of emotions that Miroku was
happy to see bore no resemblance to ‘sexual frustration.’ Although
sometimes boredom could bring about as much damage as unrequited lust, in the
monk’s experience. You could never tell when boredom would wear on a
person that one minute too long and they’d be willing to do anything, anything
at all, just to conquer it.
As long as he isn’t trying to conquer ME, it’ll be okay.
“What do you see in mutt face, anyway?” Kouga
asked suddenly.
Oh great, curiosity was going to alleviate boredom. Miroku
tried to pretend he hadn’t heard as he forcused on
tying the larger scraps of his clothes to each other in an attempt to cobble
together something that was actually decent. So far, it was still just on the
far side of the decency scale. It might cover his privates and some of his ass,
but only if he didn’t move. Ever. He’d rather
something a bit more substantial and rugged, especially considering that he
might not have anything else to wear until he could find a village and trade
for something to sew the scraps back together with. How annoying; it had
been bad enough when he’d been ordered to do that the first time around,
gathering scraps from the generous until he’d had enough to make his first kesa. Of course, he’d managed to con a finished one out of
a weaver before he’d had to sew more than three pieces together. If he was
lucky, maybe he could manage that again.
“Oy, monk! What’s the
mongrel got that’s got you so interested in him?” Kouga
demanded, and then added slyly, “Or did you even have a choice? Did he just
take you?”
Miroku blushed. He hadn’t felt exactly willing
most of the time when Inuyasha came on to him, but
the stupid idiot always got him feeling excited by the end of things, so what
could he say? Yes, he just took me, but I liked it?
Kouga chuckled at the monk’s expression. “He took
you.” Miroku glared at him briefly before turning
back to working on his clothing. He had the largest scrap strategically placed
over his groin as he fiddled with it, hoping it was dissuade any possible
sexual thoughts about his body. Not that it seemed to be working.
“Kinda funny that he picked you
when he’s been with Kagome all this time.” Kouga
mused, eyeing him speculatively. “What is it you’ve got that she doesn’t?
What’ve you got that he wanted so badly?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea.” Miroku muttered,
having wondered the same thing more times than he could count. He glanced up at
Kouga and realized that the man had been perfectly
still since he’d started talking to him.
Somehow, that didn’t inspire a feeling of comfort and security.
Kouga’s eyes were narrowed as he watched Miroku intently as though sight alone could provide the
answers he was looking for. “Well, you’re rather graceful, but so is Kagome.” Kouga said after a few minutes. “You’re both pale skinned,
and soft, and dark haired. So that can’t be it. I suppose maybe he just likes
men instead of women, but that doesn’t seem right either.” Kouga
propped his chin on his hand as he continued to watch Miroku
and speculate.
Miroku tried to ignore him, without much success. Having someone watch you for minutes on end while discussing your
attributes was disconcerting enough that he was finding it impossible to
ignore.
“Hmmm, did he try you out before he marked ya?”
“”What?” Miroku looked up
at him, flushing again, before shaking his head and looking back at the cloth
in front of him, muttering to himself about dense youkai
and their idiotic obsessions with stupid questions.
“That would make more sense. Are you good in the sack? Is that what he likes
about you? You’re a good fuck?”
Miroku knew he had to be as red as a berry by this
point, and he bit his lip to keep from answering the rude bastard.
Afer a moment of silence, he couldn’t help it and
slid his eyes over to Kouga, yelping in fright and
leaping backwards as he found the ookami squatting
next to him and smiling slightly.
“It’s all about the sex between you two, huh?” he speculated, and Miroku growled, reaching forward gingerly to pick up his kesa/loincloth again before he scooted away from the
persistent idiot.
“It’s none of your damn business, Kouga.”
Smirking, Kouga inhaled and snorted out another
laugh. “What, you don’t like to admit that Inuyasha
thinks you’re a good lay? There’s nothin’ wrong with
it. Lots of people pick a mate just for good sex. But
the fact that the bastard is stepping back from Kagome this quickly, and
picking you outta one of her friends? You’ve gotta be fucking fantastic to screw, monk.
“Will you just shut up about it!” Miroku yelled, face flaming.
“Of course, it could be something else.” Kouga
continued. “I just can’t tell. You’re attractive enough, but that’s something
that could be said about a lot of people. You seem fairly loyal and you’re
certainly not a coward or I’m sure he’d have nothing to do with you…so what is
it? Sex or something else.”
Miroku closed his eyes, trying to block the
asshole out of his mind when the moron managed to shock him again.
“It’s starting to make me wonder, just how good does being inside you feel?”
he reached a hand out as though to touch him and Miroku
jumped back so quickly he pushed himself completely off the pallet and onto the
floor.
“Wh-what the hell are you wondering about
something like that for? That’s just…that’s not any of your business how it
feels to…stop thinking about stuff like that!”
Kouga was grinning again. “What, you don’t like
people talking about sex to you? It’s just sex.” Miroku
continued to flush as Kouga watched and the youkai chuckled under his breath. “That is actually fucking
cute. Never thought I’d say that about a guy, but man, you are so easy to
startle and embarrass…this is almost as much fun as pissing off the asshole. “ His tail started to twitch from side to side as his eyes
glowed faintly.
“So, monk, you don’t like me thinking about being inside you, eh?”
“No!”
“Sorry, but it’s a bit too late, now. Really, I can just see you with your
ass in the air as someone slams into you over and
over. I bet you’d be tight as hell.”
“Shut up!” Gods, it was like being molested with words. Shit.
“Do you scream when you come, monk? Or do you just whimper and plead as Inuyasha takes you?” He lowered his voice. “What would you
do if it was me, eh?”
Miroku blush deeper red and glared at him as well
as he could without actually looking at him at all. Hearing him say these thing!! It wasn’t right!
“I bet your little ass is still pretty tight. I doubt that mutt has much of
a dick, anyway. It’d be interesting to check and see.” He said to himself,
looking Miroku up and down as the monk reacted and
pushed backwards again.
“You said you’d leave me alone!” Miroku reminded
him, fearfully. Talking dirty was one thing, but if he actually tried anything.
Shit!
“Yeah, I know. I’m trying to decide if I should reconsider. Inuyasha sees something in you, and it’s making me wonder
if he’s just crazy to pick you over Kagome, or if he’s found out something that
might be worth finding out. Or at least something worth trying out before
Inuyasha show up.”
“You promised you’d leave me alone, dammit!” Shit,
otherwise he’d have been thinking a lot more seriously about how to escape
before Inuyasha came!”
Kouga sighed. “I don’t know that I promised,
exactly. I was just letting you know I wasn’t planning to do anything. But
plans could change.”
“No, they couldn’t! Plans should stay exactly the same damn way they were
when you decided to leave me the fuck alone! Look, the only reason Inuyasha wants anything to do with me is a little sex,
okay! There’s nothing special or exciting or…or anything about it!”
“Nice try, monk, but -
A bellow coming from outside cut him off.
“Kouga, you bastard, where’s Miroku!!”
Kouga grimaced. “Crappy timing,
as usual.” He grinned suddenly “Of course, I’m still going to enjoy the
hell out of this anyway.” He jumped over to Miroku
and grabbed his hand, yanking him up. “C’mon, monk, It’s time to have a
different kinda fun.”
He walked rapidly towards the lighted opening, dragging Miroku
behind him as the monk worked feverishly to tie on his pathetic excuse for a
loincloth, one –handed. Momentarily blinded by the brightness outside, the monk
stumbled as they emerged and was only saved from a fall by Kouga’s
arm around his waist, pulling him upright…and then back against the fur wearing
asshole, pinning his right hand against his side. The fact that his kazaana was being trapped unnerved him.
What, is he trying to
cop a feel now again?!
“Dammit, Kouga, let go!”
he said, and then froze as his eyesight finally came into focus and he looked
straight into Inuyasha’s shocked face. He stared at
him, swallowing nervously as Inuyasha didn’t say a word, then looked away and was shocked once again by the
sight of Kagome and Sango to the side, Kirara hovering behind them with Shippou
perched on her head.
Shit, eveyrone’s here!
“Nice to finally see you, mutt!” Kouga called out, holding tightly onto Miroku’s
stunned body. “”You didn’t have to come by so soon, though. The monk and I have
been keeping ourselves entertained just fine. Haven’t we, monk?” he asked, and Miorku felt him slide his tongue up Miroku’s
cheek.
“Gah! Stop it!” he
squirmed, trying to push away from the gross idiot and failing miserably. Kouga merely laughed and held on tight..
The hanyou started growling, low and menacing in
his throat. “You fucking bastard!” he yelled at Kouga.
“You know humans don’t know about youkai rules and
shit like that! And you took him anyway and you… You FUCKING BASTARD!”
Oh Gods, he thinks we…
“Inuyasha, it wasn’t…”
“Hey, don’t go giving away all my secrets, monk. You’ll make me blush.” Kouga chided, his hand coming up to caress along the line
of Mirou’s jaw, gripping it tightly to keep it shut
as he tried to talk.
Bastard!
“Let him go, you fucking cur!”
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure he’ll want to go back to you after he’s
had me. After he saw what I had to offer, he wasn’t at all reluctant to
experiment a little. I didn’t even have to force him. He came to me completely
willingly, didn’t you monk?”
Trying to spit out an answer, Miroku felt Kouga’s arm around his waist tighten and his claws press in
threateningly just below his ribs along his back.
What the hell?! Would
he really gut me if I don’t play along with this stupid farce of his?
“Isn’t that right, monk?” he repeated, claws pressing
harder.
“I- I- “he looked at Inuyasha’s angry face and
winced at sharp feel of claws increased. Shit. “Uh,
y-yeah.”
Inuyasha glared at him fiercely, “Fucking
asshole!” he yelled, and Miroku cringed. He hadn’t
thought how much it might hurt to have Inuyasha’s
opinion of him drop so low. “Let him go! I know he didn’t do jack shit with you
willingly! You think I don’t know him? You think I can’t tell you’re scaring
him with somethin’ right now? Get your arm off of
him!”
Kouga smiled slightly. “Eh, it was worth a shot. I
will tell you, though, he’s been an awful lot of fun.
Really easy to fluster him, isn’t it?”
Inuyasha growled, stalking forward until Kouga brought up his free claws to wrap around Miorku’s jaw, his claws pricking his neck as he forced the
monk’s head up.
“You really did find yourself a nice little uke.
He ‘receives’ quite well, doesn’t he? All that pale, soft skin…”
Miroku held very still, starting to get a little
frightened. Kouga’s voice had started to grow harsh
as he spoke, and the words he was using…it was as though he was trying to goad Inuyasha into charging him whether Miroku
was there or not.
“I should have expected such a tight little ass, looking at him. But I
really didn’t expect him to scream so well. Hearing that sort of thing,
with all those blushes, makes you want to just hurt him a little, doesn’t
it?.”
He scratched Miroku slightly with his claws along
his ribs and Miroku cried out in surprised
pain.
“You are a fucking dead wolf, you son of a –“
“Kouga! What are you
doing??” Kagome’s voice cut Inuyasha off and Kouga’s head whipped over to her as though seeing her for
the first time.
“Kagome?” he asked, blinking a little. “What are you doing here? “
“I’m helping get my friend back, you jerk! How can you hurt him like this?
Let him go!”
Miroku was released instantly and pushed towards Inuyasha as Kouga turned towards
Kagome.
“But, Kagome, I was just playing, I wasn’t serious, I-“
“Kouga, you took my friend! You stupid baka, I-“
Miroku stopped paying attention to the youkai and miko as Inuyasha caught him and he looked up into his face.
Inuyasha sniffed at him and hugged him briefly as
he cursed. “Fuck, he really did take you, didn’t he?” he asked, his voice breaking
a moment. “I’ll find some way to make it up to you, Miroku,
I swear. That bastard is gonna die.” His arms
tightened a moment and then he pushed Miroku away
gently.
“Go with the girls, Miroku, so they can take you
back to camp. I want you outta here before he tries
something else.
“Inuyasha, wait, you don’t understand.” Miroku turned back to him and grabbed his arm.
“We’ll talk about it later when it’s safe.” Inuyasha
said firmly, unsheathing Tessaiga and pushing him
away again.
“You need to know this now!” Gods he was stubborn.
“I said we’ll talk about it later, Monk!”
“That’ll be too late, you stupid baka! Kouga’s an ass, but you don’t have to kill him!” Miroku stepped in between Inuyasha
and his path to Kouga.
“Oh I sure as hell do!” Inuyasha ran his eyes down
Miroku’s half naked body and growled again. “That
fucker isn’t going to live to regret what he did to you, Miroku.”
“He didn’t do anything, dammit!!” Miroku yelled, startled when Inuyasha
grabbed his arm and yanked him close.
“Don’t lie to me, Miroku. I can smell him on you.
It’s all over you, even your…lips. He had to be on you for a while for this
much scent to be covering you. I know did something to you.”
Cursing as he started flushing, Miroku stuttered.
“Well okay, so he scared the shit out of me and t-touched me s-some. And snuck a kiss. But that’s all! He never… I never… That’s
all!”
Brow furrowing a moment, Inuyasha stared down at Miroku and examined him. He inhaled deeply, grimacing as he
did so, but inhaling just the same. He frowned. Kneeling in front of Miroku, he grabbed his hips, ignoring Miroku’s
surprised yelp, and started sniffing around his groin and stomach.
“Inuyasha, stop it!”
Inuyasha got to his feet, taking a deep breath and
surprising Miroku by gripping him in a tight, one
armed hug. “Oh thank the Gods. Dammit Monk, that
scared the shit out of me.” He admitted under his breath before releasing him.
Then he turned back to the wolf who was now involved in essentially groveling
in front of Kagome.
“Kouga! There’s no sex
smell, you flea ridden, fur bitten excuse for a wolf! You fucking played
me, asshole!”
Kouga stopped talking to Kagome and whipped around
to look at him. At seeing Inuyasha’s furious face, he
smiled and gloated. “Found me out, eh? Took you long enough, you nose
challenged mutt! Thought I’d totally had a piece of his ass, didn’t you!
HA!”
“Don’t think the fact that you didn’t take him means you’re getting outta your beating! I’m still going to kick your ass so
hard it ends up on top of your head!” He stalked towards Kouga,
herding a protesting Miroku ahead of him until the
monk was safely next to Kagome.
“Bring it on, dog shit, we’ll see who has their ass
handed to them.” Kouga said, cracking his knuckles,
and leapt away, turning in mid-air to land facing Inuyasha.
Inuyasha made a leap of his own towards the wolf
demon, and from that point on, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the
barren dirt clearing. Even if Miroku had closed his
eyes, he’d still be able to track Inuyasha making a
hit against the wolf by the comments he bellowed every time he did so.
Wack! “That’s for taking him in the first
place, asshole!”
Wham! “That’s for touching him, fucker!”
Thwok! “That’s for kissing him!”
Did he really need to announce that one? Miroku thought, embarrassed.
Suddenly thinking about the fact that the girls were standing next to him
and could hear everything Inuyasha and Kouga had been saying, Miroku
started to shift nervously from foot to foot. He hadn’t thought of it since Kouga had run off with him, but the girls had to be
wondering about what had happened. They’d also have to be a lot more brainless
than he knew they were to not figure out what was going on. Or at least figure
out a pretty good approximation of it. He couldn’t look at them. They were
going to despise him, he just knew it. They were going to think he was a low,
disgusting, womanly, depraved…
“Are you really all right?” Kagome questioned softly as she put a hand on
his arm. He turned to look at her, startled. She didn’t look all that
disgusted. Actually, she simply looked concerned and worried for him.
“That’s for ripping off his clothes, you randy bastard!”
“I- yes, I’m fine.”
“Kouga didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sango asked fiercely, and Miroku’s
eyes swung past Kagome to the taijiya. She looked
just as angry as she always did whenever someone in the party was hurt. Did she
not understand what was going on?
“N-no.” both girls looked at his almost nude body and then back up at his
face.
“Are you sure? You’re clothes are in tatters, Miroku-sama.
What did he do to you?” Sango asked carefully.
“That’s for trying to make me think you’d had him, you rapist wannabe!”
“He just- “ why were they still treating him the
same? Didn’t they realize what had happened? “He just wanted to make Inuyasha think that he’d, eh, that he’d…”
“That he’d raped you. That’s what you were going to say, isn’t it?” Kagome
finished for him, looking darkly towards the still battling males in front of
them. “That’s pretty low. I can’t believe Kouga-kun
would do something like that. Well, if he thinks I’m going to
‘sit’ Inuyasha this time to stop the fight,
he’s in for a disappointment. Kouga deserves to have
a little sense beat into him today.”
Miroku couldn’t help gaping a little. Kagome was
angry at Kouga on Inuyasha’s
behalf? That was a new one.
“That’s for being an ugly excuse for a wolf!”
Shippou spoke up from behind them. “So Miroku, why do you think Kouga
picked YOU to kidnap if he was trying to bug Inuyasha.”
The kitsune’s voice was sly and Miroku
trembled with the urge to knock the little brat down. There was one question
answered: the kitsune obviously knew exactly
what he was smelling when Miroku
and Inuyasha came back from being alone.
Sango turned to glare at Shippou.
“Quit tormenting houshi-sama, he’s been through
enough today.” She looked at Miroku. “Don’t worry
yourself, Miroku-sama. You don’t have to tell us
anything if you don’t want to.”
Miroku felt his entire body still; he thought even
his heart might have stopped beating. Why did she say it like that? Did they
know? Did they know?!!
He licked suddenly dry lips. “Wh-what do you think is the reason K-Kouga
took me?” he asked hesitantly, staring down at the ground rather than face his
two friends.
“To upset Inuyasha, of course.”
Sango replied, shaking her head. “He should have
thought it through, though. Interfering between a couple,
especially when one of them has demon blood, is a really stupid idea.”
“A-a couple? W-why would you think that Inu- that Inu- that-“ he tried to catch his breath so he could actually finish
the question.
Kagome patted his bare shoulder again softly. “It’s
okay, Miroku. We figured it out a while ago.”
“Figured out what, exactly?” Maybe they thought something else was going on.
Maybe they didn’t understand…
“That you and Inuyasha are together now.” Kagome
said, and as he looked up and peered over at her face, he saw her smiling at
him.
She really knew? Maybe not about the whole threesome thing, or even how much
sex he was actually getting, but she knew he was ‘with’ Inuyasha
in some manner and yet, she was smiling at him!
“You- you’re not angry? I know you and he are, that
you …care about him.” He looked at both of them and found Sango
smiling as well.
“How could I be angry?” Kagome said, although Miroku
thought her eyes were shadowed. “I’ve never seen Inuyasha
smile and laugh as often in the past two years as I’ve seen him do in the past
few weeks. You really seem to make him happy, Miroku.
If I love him, wouldn’t I want him to be happy?”
“But…” Kagome was a much better person than he was. He was pretty
sure that if being with Kagome made Inuyasha happy, Miroku would have thrown a huge, self-pitying tantrum over
it. Actually, he wasn’t sure that Inuyasha wouldn’t
be happier with Kagome. He was still in love with her, wasn’t he? Dammit all to hell. “It doesn’t…disgust you?”
“That’s for even thinking about him that way!”
“Disgust me? Why would it disgust me?” Kagome asked softly.
“Well, I mean, we’re both men, and we’re, eh…”
“Miroku, I don’t care.” Kagome said. Sango nodded in agreement. “Honestly, how can a little bit
more love in this world be disgusting?”
“I- I didn’t say anything about love!” Miroku
protested weakly.
Kagome smiled and he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he
looked down at the ground again.
“You didn’t have to, Miroku-sama. It’s pretty
obvious.” Sango said, “I mean, goodness, when was the
last time you even thought about touching a woman? Or
another man?”
Miroku flushed uncomfortably, and closed his eyes
as the two women giggled at him. Giggled!
He tried to take refuge in watching the fight in front of him again only to
realize that it had already ended. Kouga was laying unconscious in front of the cave, bloodied and
bruised but obviously still alive. And Inuyasha
was…watching them. Watching him, actually.
Crap, did he hear? Did
he hear them say that I’m in love? Shit!
Seeing that he’d been spotted, Inuyasha
stomped over and grabbed Miroku by the upper arm.
“C’mon, monk, we gotta talk.” He started dragging Miroku away from the others.
“But, what are you- What about Kagome and Sango-!”
“Oh, right.” He paused and turned back. “Thanks for coming and keeping Miroku outta the way. Can you go
get the rest of his robes from Kouga’s den?” At their
bemused nods, he started walking away again. “We’ll see you at Kaede’s later.”
Kagome and Sango watched him leave, holding in
their smiles until Inuyasha had dragged Miroku beyond the tree line.
“Inuyasha! Slow
down!”
“We need some privacy for this, monk.” Inuyasha
said angrily as he continued to stomp into the forest.
Miroku gulped. Privacy for what?
Was it for something good? Or something… He gulped
again and pulled at the arm that Inuyasha was using
to tow him.
Inuyasha growled. “Dammit Miroku, stop holding me
up! Eh, fuck this.” He stopped, yanking Miroku
forward to scoop his legs out from underneath him.
“Hey!” Miroku yelled as Inuyasha
started to run. “Inuaysha!
If you want to go faster, why don’t you just let me ride on your back like
Kagome? This is rather humiliating, you know!”
Inuyasha grunted. “I like this better.” He
said
He does? Why the heck does he…?
Inuyasha legs pumped furiously as he left Kouga’s den behind him. He ran through what Miroku was pretty sure was the camp from earlier, and not
far from it he veered from the trail he’d been using until he found a small
spring.
“You jerk! I knew there was a spring nearby! And you told me that
there wasn’t anyth—Gah!” Inuyasha tossed him in.
He choked as he came up out of the water, glaring at Inuyasha’s
amused body crouched on the bank. “What the hell was that for?”
“You stink.” He said, tossing a small cloth bag at him. “Here, use it and scrub
Kouga’s stench off.”
Miroku caught the bag, recognizing his own small
supply of soapberry pulp in it. Scowling, but frankly looking forward to the
chance to get clean, he poured out some of the dry fragments and started
lathering them up in his hands with a little water.
“You could have just asked, you know. Stupid idiot.”
Miroku grumbled, a reflex he was taking refuge in at
this uncertain moment. What the hell was Inuyasha
thinking right now?
“Yeah, but this gets rid of some of my mad, so we can talk and not yell. Thought it’d be better that way.” Inuyasha
admitted, already disrobing as he talked.
Miroku’s hands slowed against his body. Mad?
That’s not good. He swallowed, slowing further as he let his hands rub the
small suds across his chest and abdomen, focusing harshly on the skin that Kouga had graced with his tongue. When he came to his back,
he paused.
“I can’t reach all of my back.” He said quietly, looking up to find a nude,
aroused Inuyasha watching intently. Rather
predatorily, in all honesty. Oh my.
“C’mere then, monk.” Inuyasha cleared his throat and gestured at him. Walking
over, Miroku felt jittery with nerves as he reached
the edge of the pool. Inuyasha sat down and dangled
his legs in the water, spreading them apart . “Turn around.”
He ordered as Miroku reached the space between his
legs. Complying hesitantly, he moaned slightly under his breath as Inuyasha rubbed the soap slowly across his back, letting
the slick suds coat his hands as he leaned forward and ran them across Miroku’s taut skin.
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you well enough.” Inuyasha
said quietly, still running his hands along Miorku’s
back.
“It’s …it’s not your fault. I can protect myself, too, you know.” He
protested, and squirmed as he felt himself growing hard and aroused. The last
thing he wanted to do with Inuyasha rubbing his back
was sleep. Damn but the man was good with his hands.
“Feh, you can’t protect yourself against Kouga and you know it.”
Miroku turned to look at him. “That’s not true. I
have the kazaana, at the very least. I could have
sucked him in.”
“Don’t be stupid. You couldn’t even suck in Kagome when you’d only just met
her. I know you better than that. The only way that wolf would have died is if
he was threatening to kill someone else.” He reached over and grabbed Miroku’s shoulders, rasping his thumbs across the fronts of
them. “You’re too soft for your own good, monk. You need someone to look after
you.”
“And that’s supposed to be you, is that it?” Miroku
asked.
“ Obviously.”
Miroku shook his head. Why did Inuyasha
always feel like he was the only one who could protect everyone? Why did he
always have to be the one in charge? Was it so hard for him to lose control? Miroku bit his lip as he looked at his lover. Inuyasha was bare and focused on rubbing his hands along Miroku’s arms at this point, his member large and fully
aroused between his legs. The fact that he could display
himself so casually, and in that condition, no less, still managed to shock Miroku sometimes. He was so open about this sort of
thing…
Looking down at Inuyasha’s body again, he was
surprised at the thoughts starting to run through his head. What would Inuyasha taste like? He’d rather forcefully been introduced
to oral sex with Sesshoumaru, but he’d been so
involved that he couldn’t really recall any of the sensations except for mind
blowing bliss. But that wasn’t something he’d ever done with Inuyasha.
And the man did deserve a thank you.
And it would surprise the hell out of him, which was not something easily
accomplished these days.
Reaching out, Miroku looked up at Inuyasha’s face as he wrapped his hand around his dick. He
wasn’t disappointed at the response, watching as Inuyasha’s
eyes grew huge and he actually jumped, his hands dropping from Miroku’s body. Miroku started to
smile, answering the unspoken question on Inuyasha’s
face.
“I thought you deserved a reward for all your hard work today.” He said with
a small smile, and was rewarded with Inuyasha’s
self-conscious blush. Miroku had almost forgotten how
much Inuyasha was flustered with words of praise. He
didn’t care about being naked in front of Miroku, but
he did worry about a few nice words. He’d have to remember that for later. He
couldn’t let Inuyasha have all the advantages
in this…thing they had.
Looking down to concentrate, Miroku drew his hand
up Inuyasha’s member, gripping it tightly as he
pushed back down, pressing against the skin at the base so Inuyasha
would feel that sensation of being ‘in’ something. The skin was soft and rosy
within his hands, even with the man growing harder by the second. It took only
a few more strokes before Inuyasha’s hips were moving
off the ground in time with his hand, thrusting against it as he brought it
down Inuyasha’s shaft, and Miroku
smiled.
It was rather amazing to be able to affect him this way, on purpose no less.
I wonder what he’d do
if my mouth was there?
Looking at Inuyasha’s tense,
aroused face, Miroku knelt in the water in between Inuyasha’s legs. He could feel the strong limbs quivering
as they pressed against his shoulders and he flushed, thinking about what he
was about to do. Inuyasha wasn’t insisting. He wasn’t
pushing, or groping, or holding Miroku down until
everything felt so good that he gladly participated. This was Miroku consciously decided to do something sexual with a
man, with Inuyasha. This was all on him. He
looked up from Inuyasha’s dick to watch his face
again. The hanyou’s eyes were closed, his mouth
opened slightly as he panted. He couldn’t even see Miroku.
And yet, he looked…happy. Miroku studied him, not
slowing his hand’s movement. Inuyasha’s face just
seemed so full of joy it was almost glowing. Was the fact that he was actually
touching him causing that? Did whether he approached him or not make
that much of a difference?
It was a bit uncomfortable to think about. He didn’t want to have more
reasons to fall in love with the stupid dummy, and him
finding pleasure in Miroku this way definitely seemed
like another reason. Dammit. He yanked his eyes away
from his face and focused on the hard length in front of him. He held the base
of its shaft with one hand, running the fingers of his other hand across the
soft skin of Inuyasha’s inner thigh as he slowly
lowered his mouth and licked. Inuyasha groaned.
Encouraged, Miroku, pulled a little with his hand,
pulling the hood of his member back a bit and carefully licked the small, slitted opening hidden there, swirling his tongue a little.
Repeating the delicate touch over and over, he had to grin to himself as Inuyasha grew more frantic, finally grabbing Miroku’s unbound hair in his hands as he tried to pull him
closer, to thrust.
It was surprisingly powerful to realize he could affect him this way.
Fighting Inuyasha’s hand, he continued to caress the
tip of the hanyou’s shaft with his tongue as his hand
gripped and moved the rest of the thick staff. Inuyasha
moaned behind clenched teeth, his hands pulling harder with each lap of Miroku’s tongue. When Inuyasha
was starting to whine plaintively, he gave in to the man’s urgings and lowered
his head onto the hanyou’s dick, encasing it in
velvety heat as he opened his mouth to try and take it all in. He ran his
tongue along it as he withdrew before lowering his head again, tightening his
hand at the base as he did so.
He slid one hand up to caress the side of Inuyasha’s
hip, feeling the muscle clench every time he took him fully into his mouth and
the man tried to thrust upwards. He tasted…salty, he noticed, starting to get
into a rhythm as Inuyasha’s hands started pulling him
down in time with his hips. Sucking each time he slid his lips down to the
blunt tip, he heard Inuyasha groan deeply, his hands
digging into Miroku’s hair with more force as he did
so. A few more strokes of his tongue brought even more deep,
thrumming sounds from Inuyasha’s chest, and Miroku found them immensely appealing.
Inuyasha suddenly held his head so tightly that he
couldn’t move, and started to thrust more forcefully into his mouth, Holding
onto his hip, Miroku opened his mouth wide to take
him all the way in as he pushed against him, feeling aroused at the helpless
sensation of Inuyasha plunging into him. He started
moaning in time to Inuyasha’s thrusts, feeling
himself get hard as the hanyou slammed against his
lips, bruising them as he built towards his orgasm. Clutching him, his member
wet and glistening from Miroku’s mouth, Inuyasha came with a gutteral
cry, his hands clamped to the monk’s head as he bayed, coming inside the monk’s
mouth forcefully. Miroku was unable to move for a
minute until Inuyasha’s grip slackened and he slumped
backwards into the warm water. Miroku swallowed and
looked up at Inuyasha, licking his lips a little as
he tested their bruised state.
Sated golden eyes stared down at him, the hanyou’s
chest heaving still. “Sometimes you really surprise the hell out of me, Miroku.” Inuyasha panted,
starting to smile goofily. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”
He reached forward and easily pulled Miroku’s body
out of the water, noticing Miroku’s aroused state at
the same time. “Give me a few minutes and we’ll make sure you’re taken care of
as well.” He commented, laying down in the steamy air
next to the springs and pulling Miroku down next to
him. Miroku flushed slightly at his words. Flushed
more to realize that he was really looking forward to whatever he decided to
do, and flushed more as he realized he was fucking flushing like a girl. His
life was so not what he would have expected it to be, if anyone had bothered to
ask him what he expected a few months back.
“You know, I don’t think I will ever look at the hot springs the same way again after knowing
you and Sesshoumaru” Miroku
said, clearing his throat nervously.
“Good.”
Enjoying the feel of Inuyasha next to him, Miroku tried to relax. He shifted, his brain bringing up
memories of the past few hours, and guilt reared it’s
ugly head.
Stupid Kouga.
He hadn’t told Inuyasha that part of Kouga’s back rub hadn’t been all that bad. That some of it
had actually been rather nice. And the fact was eating at him. Made him feel like he was lying to him. Except, it would
probably hurt Inuyasha to know that the youkai he hated did something that Miroku
enjoyed. And not talking about it was going to make Miroku
feel guilty and shitty, like he’d done something terribly wrong.
“Spit it out.” Inuyasha snorted.
“Eh?”
“I can tell you’re starting to think of something unpleasant, so why don’t
you spit it out?” When Miroku didn’t move, Inuyasha pushed up and rolled toward him, leaning on one
elbow as he looked down into Miroku’s face. “Is it
something that happened with Kouga? He do something you didn’t tell me about?”
“N-no, nothing I didn’t tell you about.” Miroku
stammered.
“Is it the fact that you liked some of it?”
“Wh-what?”
Miroku’s voice rose two
octaves. “How did you-?” he closed his mouth with a thump.
Inuyasha shook his head and thumped his nose. “Why
do you keep forgetting? I can smell that sort of thing. You smelled like old
arousal, monk, when you came out of the cave. It was over you as much as Kouga’s scent was.”
“Arousal? No! No, that wasn’t Kouga!”
Miroku said, trying to think of some way to convince Inuyasha. He had such a history of lechery, the man was
sure to mistrust him, but that wasn’t what had happened!
“Then what was it?” inuyasha
asked, watching him closely.
“I- well, I- “ taking a big breath, Miroku laid his lechery bare. “He was giving me a back rub
and it felt…nice. Not –not sex nice, but it still felt nice. A-and then I
started thinking about you and what we might do when you found me and that’s
when I, ah, started feeling a little excited, and all.”
Inuyasha watched him closely before he smirked.
“You thought his hands on your back felt so nice that you started fantasizing
about me instead?”
A brief nod and Inuyasha started to smile. “You
are the funniest damn thing.” He said with a laugh, placing a brief kiss on his
nose before laying back down.
Miroku just stared. “You-you believe me?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? You haven’t lied to me about this stuff before, have you?”
“W-well no, but…I’ve always flirted and, and…”
“Eh, not in a while. Don’t worry, I trust you.” he
said simply, and Miroku looked at him wordlessly with
wide eyes. He trusts me?
“Y-you’re not mad that I –liked some of it?”
Inuaysha sighed. “I ain’t
happy about it, but you can’t fight your own nature. I got a temper; you like
the feel of things on your skin. I knew that a long time ago, Miroku.”
“You did? A-and you’re okay with it?”
“It’s part of you, ain’t
it? Of course I’m okay with it.”
Miroku felt something large and painful blocking
his throat as he absorbed what Inuyasha had just
said. He understood. Everyone always thought he was such a pervert and a
lecher, and they were right; but no one had ever really seemed to understand
the cause of it. Noticing that he liked soft touches and good food was a far
cry from understanding just how powerfully the feelings affected him. How much
they overpowered him at times. And Inuyasha just…accepted
it and went right on as though it were nothing special.
“You’re a pretty amazing person, Inuyasha.” Miroku said quietly, and he finally made Inuyasha blush.
“Keh. Stop talking crap.”
He muttered.
Both their breathing slowed, and Miroku’s mind
started to wander.
Had he heard what the
women were saying? Does he know-?
He glanced over at Inuyasha and
bit his lip. “Inuyasha?”
“Yeah?” only the hanyou’s ear turned towards him
curiously.
“Did the girls say anything to you? A-about us?”
“No.” Inuyasha said, sounding cautious.
“Why?”
“I – they know.” He sighed.
“Oh, that.”
Oh, that? What the hell does that mean? Does that mean he already
knows about this?
“What do you mean, ‘oh, that.’ Did you already know?!”
Inuyasha cleared his throat and Miroku started to worry at his unusal
show of nervousness. “Well, yeah, I overheard them a couple of times wondering
about us and everything. But I didn’t tell ‘em
anything. I kept my promise!” he said, belligerently defensive.
“I didn’t think you hadn’t.” Miroku said more
calmly than he felt. He hadn’t meant to make Inuyasha
feel accuse of breaking his word.
I guess I’m not the only one who’s used to not being trusted.
But what was it going to be like now for Inuyasha
with Kagome? “I’m sorry. I know this is going to be a lot harder for you
now.”
“Eh? What are you talking about? You’re the one who was all upset
over letting everyone know, monk, not me.”
“Well, I mean…haven’t you thought about what this is going to be
like…afterwards, now that Kagome knows?”
“Now that she knows? It’s gonna
be about the same as it is now, except I don’t have to keep hiding everything
and I can just tell ‘em we’re going off to get some
privacy instead of having to sneak around like an idiot.“
Miroku closed his eyes at the hanyou’s
denseness. “Not now afterwards. I mean…once
you’re… done with me.” He whispered painfully, cursing himself almost as soon
as he said it. Why the hell had he had to bring it up? Just
had to ruin the entire moment. Dammit, he was
a fucking idiot.
“Done with you? What do you mean, done with you?”
Miroku couldn’t bring himself to answer.
“Miroku… why would you say
that?”
Sighing in resignation, Miroku looked up at him. Just
had to bring it up, didn’t I? Fucking moron. “I’ve
come to terms with it, all right? You said you needed to get me out of your
system, so…I’m prepared for when that happens.”
“Get you out of my system?”
Getting irritated by Inuyasha’s blank look, he grit his teeth slightly. “Remember? You said I’d gotten
under your skin so we could fucking screw until you
didn’t want me to anymore. So, one day when we’re done with this – this
thing between us, you can get on with your life, right?”
“Miroku…” Inuyasha’s
voice was surprised. “I never meant that. I was just teasing. I
wouldn’t- I wouldn’t throw you away.”
Miroku sighed sadly. “I know that, Inuyasha. I know you’d never abandon a friendship that way.
I’m sorry, just ignore me.”
“You’re more than a friend, houshi.” Inuyasha said softly, looking into his eyes and reaching
down to touch his cheek gently. “I thought you knew that.”
“Of course I do. It’s a bit hard to ignore when you essentially jump me
every day!” Miroku blushed. “I’m not trying to get
you to- to give me anything more than you already have. I’m not looking for a-
a declaration or anything.”
“Give you anything more? You’re not looking for-? “ Inuyasha stared at him incredulously before anger
hardened his eyes. “Are you fucking stupid? I love you, you idiot.”
Miroku choked. “What? But you- I- WHAT?”
“I love you, dumbass.”
Miroku stared at him with his eyes so wide he felt
like they’d turned into plates.
“What!!!”
“Are you deaf? I just said it twice!”
“But you can’t…” When the hell had that happened?
“Of course I can. Why the hell do you think I want your body all the
time?”
“I- sex. I thought you just wanted sex.” Miroku said faintly.
He loves me?
“Jeez, Miroku, what kind of
pervert do you think I am?” At Miroku’s blank,
stunned look, Inuyasha reared back slightly. “You
really thought I was a PERVERT? You weren’t joking?? Shit, Miroku,
nice you have such a great opinion of me! How could you think that? Crap, I
mated you, didn’t I? What more do I have to do??”
….
….
…mated?
Did he just say ‘mated’?
As in, Kouga-told-me-so
‘mated’!!
“Mated? You don’t mean, you can’t tell me that… Mated? As in…mating
and mates and…and… Mated?”
“Well, yeah. It’s not like this is news, monk.”
Miroku stared at him, his senses shutting down for
a moment as his brain tried to recover.
Mated? As in he and Inuyasha, mates? Two MEN, mates? Essentially married, to a guy???
What the hell is he
talking about? We’re not married.
Men can’t get married.
And even if they could, which they can’t, we never did, so what the hell
is he talking about?
“Wh-what
the hell are you taking about?!”
“Eh?”
“We never- I would have remembered- When the hell was this supposed to have
happened?!!”
Brows furrowed, Inuyasha stared at him. “That first
time we were alone. Don’t you remember? You got all pissed at me for it,
even.”
“I did?”
Was I that far gone that I don’t even remember? Shit, just how mind
bending an experience is making love to Inuyasha???
“Yeah, you whined about it hurting and I called you a baby.”
A
baby? Wait, he called me a
baby because I said it hurt when…
“When you bit me? That’s, that’s what you do
to- to marry someone?”
“Mate them, yeah. What, humans don’t do that?”
Fucking Kouga and fucking Inuyasha, what
is WITH them!
“Hell no! Shit, do you know how
many women I would have been married to by now if that were the case? What type
of ridiculous custom is that?!”
“It’s not ridiculous, “ Inuyasha
growled, “it’s tradition.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell me about it!!”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were doing this, this mating thing??!
What the hell were you thinking!”
“What the hell was I thinking?” Inuyasha’s
outraged eyes glared down at him. “What the hell do you mean, what the hell was
I thinking?”
“Why would you do something like this without telling me??”
“Telling you?” Inuyasha’s eyes popped. “I thought
you knew! You asked me ‘why,’ didn’t you?”
“Why?”
“You asked me why I’d done it, after we finished!”
What the- Oh, yeah.
“I was asking about sex, not biting!! How would I know to ask about biting!!”
“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know you wouldn’t know? You know
almost everything, you dumbass! About the four souls
and auras and curses, why would you not know this??”
“Because I’m not Sango!! She’s
the one who knows all the real demon–lore! Shit!”
Miroku stared at him, trying to process it all
again.
“I don’t understand you, Inuyasha. You said…you
said you had to get me out of your system. Why would you say…”
“I told you I was teasing, didn’t I? Dammit, we’d
just mated! We were going to be together all the time,
I thought it would be funny! Ya know,
irony and shit!”
Miroku looked at him blankly, unable to speak for
a minute. “All this time? You’ve considered yourself
with me…all this time? Kouga was right…?” Miroku sat perfectly still, quiet for so long that Inuyasha grew worried.
“Miroku, are you okay?” He leaned in close to look
at him and yelled out as Miroku punched him in the
face. “Ow!”
“You stupid, ignorant, maddening, ridiculous, bastard!
All this time!!!! I can’t believe you knew, all this time! And you didn’t tell
me!” Inuyasha opened his mouth, his eyes angry, and Miroku punched him again. “Fuck that! You didn’t even ask!
What the hell were you thinking?”
Growling, Inuyasha leaned over Miroku
and grabbed both his hands, pinning him down.
“Quit fucking hitting me!” Miroku glared up at him
and tried to push him away, scowling. What the hell was it with men pushing him
down lately? Youkai molesting him, losing his clothes, and getting pinned. That
seemed to make up his whole life lately!
“I’ll quit hitting you when you don’t deserve it any more! What the hell did
you think you were doing?? Why didn’t you even ask for something like that!”
“Why didn’t I ask?” Inuyasha repeated. “Why?
Because you’re fucking mine, Miroku! “ he pressed hard against Miroku’s
arms. “You’re mine.” He said fiercely. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it,
but…it’s like I told you. I gave you the chance to leave the first time I
had you, monk. I don’t give second chances.”
Miroku swallowed in shock. “You didn’t exactly
make that clear when you asked, you know.”
Inuyasha grinned wolfishly. “I didn’t say I gave
you a fair chance to leave. Hell, you might’ve said no.”
Miroku tried to digest what was being thrown at
him. Inuyasha had decided he wanted to be with Miroku, and only Miroku,
weeks ago? He’d even planned and lied in order to get him? That was so-
so-
…so flattering and irritating and how had he missed it? He was a lecher! He
should recognize lying like that!
Miroku continued to stare up at him and Inuyasha finally leaned down and kissed him until he forgot
what he was thinking in the first place. He was panting and hard when Inuyasha pulled back.
“Ya know, I could be
pissed too, if I wanted.” Inuyasha said.
“Nnn?” Miroku tried to remember how to talk again.
“I heard what you said to Kagome, monk. She said you loved me.”
Miroku squirmed. “S-so?”
“So? Kagome finds out before I did? That’s pretty unfair, don’t you
think?”
“W-well, I didn’t know you loved me, you idiot! I wasn’t going to say it to
you if I thought you were just using me for sex!”
“Yeah, I’m kinda pissed about that too.” Inuyasha grumbled. “Real high opinion you seem to have of
me.”
“Well it’s your own damn fault! You just start having sex with me and
touching me all the time and … and the last I heard you were in love with
Kagome! Why would I think you were in love with me?”
“Why the hell does everyone always think I’m in love with Kagome?”
“Well, because…because… Dammit, you protect her
more than most men protect their whole damn families! And you’re always jealous
when she’s does things with other people. Why wouldn’t everyone think you’re in
love with her??”
After a moment’s stare, Inuyasha growled again.
“You are so stupid sometimes, you know that?“ He
suddenly leaned forward, rolling Miroku towards him
and grabbing Miroku’s ass. “Look, baka,
did I ever try to touch Kagome’s ass?”
Miroku squirmed as he felt Inuyasha’s
hand holding him. “Eh, no.”
“Did I screw her?”
“N-no.”
“Did I lick her all over until she couldn’t see straight and…”
“I get the idea!”
“I don’t think you do.” Inuyasha leaned in and
kissed Miroku again until he was barely able to
support his own head.
“Did I ever kiss Kagome like that??”
“Eh, no?”
“Exactly!! So if I never, not once,
approached Kagome sexually, why would you think I was in love with her? Holy
crap, I’m not a eunuch. If I like someone, I’m not gonna
just avoid her body like the plague for years and pine away or some pathetic
crap like that. Yeah, I’d protect her with my life. She’s the first friend I
ever had, Miroku. The first fucking friend in 200
years: do you understand how much that means to me?“
“I guess I didn’t.” Miroku said faintly.
“Well, it means a lot. A whole hell of a lot. And
okay, so maybe I get a bit jealous when other people want to take up her time.
But nothing about her means as fucking much as you do, understand, you stupid
idiot? If I say I love you, then I mean it and you can just shut up and accept
it, got it?!”
Caught between smiling at his declaration and scowling at how it was given, Miroku simply laid back on the
ground and looked up at Inuyasha’s angry face. “It’ll
take some getting used to, Inuyasha, but…I’ll see if
I can’t manage to get that into my brain.” He said lightly.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Aren’t you going to say it back?” Inuyasha asked,
scowling.
Miroku smiled slightly. He looked just like a
petulant little kid. “I’ve fallen in love with you too, you dummy.”
“Well…good then.” Inuyasha humpthed, laying down and wrapping his
arm around Miroku’s body to pull him in close.
“Now shut up and rest. You’re gonna need all the
energy you can get once I get my breath back.”
Oh boy.
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