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Sleepwalkers	By : ColShaLin Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sleepwalkers
- 2-Sleepwalkers: Take II
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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor do I collect a penny for their antics. Wouldn't that be prostitution??

Inu Yasha shifted on his branch rustling the leaves softly.
The sky was cloudless and the moon was bright enough to illuminate the clearing
where they had set up camp for the night. Inu Yasha�s eyes slowly trailed over the
sleeping figures staggered around the dying fire below him.
Kirara slept in her large form curled protectively around
her mistress, the furthest from the fire. She probably doesn�t trust Miroku
enough to sleep any closer to him, Inu Yasha thought with a smirk. Kagome was in the middle further acting as a
barrier between the two unlikely lovers. She was in her sleeping bag with
Shippou tucked in tightly beside her, one fist tangled in her hair. Kagome
looked beautiful in the moonlight, her face free of worries and looking
positively angelic in repose.
Furthest from the fire in the other direction lay Miroku. He
was huddled tightly in a sleeping bag as well, his robes hanging neatly on a
branch beside him. �Gods,� thought Inu Yasha. �He better get up and get dressed
before either of the girls realizes he is�um�in all his glory inside that
bedroll!�
Miroku had convinced Kagome to bring extra sleeping bags
back with her during one of her visits home to take a test. But he and Kagome
were the only two who preferred them. Sango was happy with Kirara as a sleeping
bag and Inu Yasha was much happier where he was.
In a tree.
A great vantage point. He preferred to be much more aware of
his surroundings. Especially at night when hungry youkai would be searching quietly
for a sleeping dinner. This way he was safer and so were his friends. He was
half youkai and didn�t require all that silly sleep anyway. Even if he did
enjoy it now and then.
The night was still except for the occasional buzzing of
lazy insects and Inu Yasha could hear the slow steady breathing of his
companions as they slept. Shippou would intermittently snore, but the women
were daintier than Shippou, even in sleep.
The monk was awake though. His breath never eased into the
slow steady rhythm of sleep. Inu Yasha saw him open his eyes several times,
turn over in his sleeping bag, and then repeat the restless motions again
moments later. Inu Yasha closed his eyes and leaned back against the rough bark
of the tree, relaxing his muscles but staying alert. He heard movement below
and one eye snapped open to see Miroku as he slipped out of his sleeping bag
clad in a deep blue hakama without a shirt.
�Ha,� Inu Yasha mused. �And I thought he was naked under
those robes. I guess the girls were safe after all.� Miroku looked from one end
of the small clearing to the other and then glanced once at Inu Yasha before
walking purposefully into the trees.
�He must be looking for a tree to water.� Inu Yasha
stretched his arms behind his head and again settled against the thick tree
trunk. He must have dozed for a few moments because he woke with a start. He
cocked his head to the side, using his powerful half demon ears to ascertain
what had startled him from sleep.
He scanned the party below him. Sango and Kirara were still
positioned together. Shippou had snuggled closer to Kagome and she was cuddling
him gently. �Lucky kit,� Inu Yasha thought with a twinge of jealousy. Miroku
had not yet returned to the fire. Then Inu Yasha heard it again. His ears
swiveled towards the sound. Without a word he tore off from tree to tree until
he heard it again, closer this time. It was Miroku, and he sounded like he was
in trouble. �Damn,� Inu Yasha thought. �Why did he go off by himself so far
from camp?�
He landed on another low tree branch and it hit him, along
with another low moan from Miroku. He lifted his head and smelled the air.
Arousal? He heard Miroku moan again, and out of the context of a possible
attack, Inu Yasha realized that he was hearing moans of pleasure.
�No wonder he went so far away. He�s pretty loud.� Miroku
would definitely wake the girls if he hadn�t come this far from the group.
Miroku�s musky scent drifted to his nose again and Inu Yasha was surprised to
find himself responding to the pheromones.
�I could just take a quick look,� Inu Yasha moved
soundlessly closer to the loud cries of passion. �I�ll just make sure he really
is okay.� Inu Yasha rationalized. Miroku growled, low and guttural and Inu
Yasha felt himself harden at the sound. He froze. Humans don�t growl, he
thought. But Miroku was making all kinds of noises now, seemingly lost in
himself and enjoying it immensely. Inu Yasha�s mild curiosity had turned almost
to an obsession. If someone had told him to turn back now, he wouldn�t have had
the strength. His breathing had increased and he was maintaining the hardness
between his legs and just couldn�t wait to see what Miroku was doing to
pleasure himself.
Inu Yasha came carefully around a tree and saw him. He was
bathed in moonlight, leaning against a tree. His hair had fallen from its tie
and hung around his face as he leaned forward. He raised his head and Inu Yasha
saw that his eyes were closed in pure ecstasy and his lips glistened as though
they�d just been licked. But the most impressive piece of the picture was the
crumpled hakama around the monk�s ankles and the very large erection in his
hand.
Inu Yasha stifled a gasp when his eyes fell upon Miroku�s
manhood. Miroku was touching himself gently, rubbing and caressing himself and
moaning. He seemed to only be in the stages of foreplay with himself, if that
was possible. Inu Yasha expected to see him pumping himself rapidly in the
throes of passion, but Miroku seemed to be taking his time and enjoying every
moment of his hands on his own body. He touched himself as he would touch a
lover, Inu Yasha observed, as he watched Miroku�s other hand slide up his hand
and tweak a nipple. Miroku moaned again and gripped his organ and pumped
several times. Inu Yasha licked his lips. Wait a second�I�m watching Miroku
pleasure himself. I shouldn�t be here! The naughty thought sent shivers up Inu
Yasha spine and sent butterflies flitting thought his stomach. �Yeah, I
shouldn�t.� Inu Yasha agreed with himself. �But I�m not going anywhere.�
Miroku�s expert hand pumped his erection while his other
hand went to his mouth. Inu Yasha couldn�t believe his eyes when Miroku coyly
stuck a finger in his mouth and began to suck softly. That was too much for Inu
Yasha and he slid his hand in his own pants and touched his aching shaft. He
wondered what Miroku was thinking about as he suckled his fingers. Was he
thinking how good it would feel to have a mouth around his throbbing erection?
Most likely Sango�s mouth? Or perhaps he was wishing he had something in his own
mouth?
Silly, Inu Yasha thought. Who would Miroku want to suck? Inu
Yasha felt his face redden and his member pulse. He could be thinking about
sucking me. It was all Inu Yasha could do not to make a sound as Miroku
whispered into his fingers.
�Inu Yasha�I want to take all of you in my mouth.� Inu Yasha
was stunned. But he was also more turned on than he had ever been in his life.
He had thought about Kagome in a sexual way, even Kikyo a long time ago. But no
one had ever lit a fire in him as ferociously as this sexy naked monk before
him. And the monk wanted him, too.
He was torn. Stay quiet and let the monk keep his private
thoughts to himself or fling himself into the silver moonlight and echo his
sentiments? Inu Yasha desperately needed release and decided that it took
precedence over any life altering exchange of confessions. When lust was
emptied and heads were clear they would have their opportunity but this moment
in time was about filling an immediate need.
Inu Yasha�s hand tightened around his shaft and he heard
Miroku cry out. He looked to see the monk now holding himself tightly with both
hands and pumping in earnest. Inu Yasha�s eyes were half closed with lust as he
continued to watch the monk make love to his hand. Curious, Inu Yasha lifted
his own hand to his mouth. After eyeing his fingers for a moment, he retracted
his claws and slid a finger across his bottom lip before sucking it into his
mouth.
He never realized how sexual a finger could be, and he would
definitely never look at it the same way again. He felt himself strain and
swell with anticipation as he slowly swirled his tongue around his fingers. All
the nerve endings there, he never would have imagined it. And just the thought
of sucking on something while he was sucked on almost drove him over the
edge.
Miroku was pounding a feverish rhythm into his hands now,
mumbling to himself in the same way a child would talk nonsense to a toy as
they play alone. Inu Yasha breathed with him as he held himself tightly and
tried to find Miroku�s pace. Suddenly he saw the monk�s eyes open wide and
clear. Inu Yasha shivered, knowing exactly what he was about to see. Eagerly he
looked from the monk�s eyes to his straining erection.
Miroku�s hands were a blur of motion then he stopped
suddenly, holding himself tightly and he cried out. Inu Yasha saw him spray the
grass before him in long graceful spurts that caught the moonlight. Inu Yasha
wished for a desperate moment that he were right there in front of him catching
that wave of passion now wasted on the ground. On the heels of that thought Inu
Yasha felt his own climax clawing at his insides begging for release. He felt
his stomach contract sharply in preparation for a bone chilling finish. He
looked to Miroku and saw him shyly bring a finger to his lips to taste himself
and Inu Yasha almost called out his name in passion as that sultry move caused
him to explode and cover the tree with his milky white seed.
Inu Yasha wanted to just lean against the tree and bask in
the afterglow of his orgasm but he looked up to see that the monk was already
walking back towards the camp. Inu Yasha quickly jumped to a higher branch and
made his way back to the clearing the way he had come. When he arrived at the
camp he was relieved to see that Miroku�s sleeping bag was still empty. He
settled on to his branch again and watched the trail where Miroku would
reappear momentarily. Suddenly he felt a knock on the tree below him and looked
down to see Miroku standing at the bottom of the tree staring up at him.
�Good night, Inu Yasha.� Miroku said softly.

A/N: I was thinking that
Chapter 2 would be Miroku�s POV on the whole situation. What drove him to the
woods to relieve himself in the first place? What was he thinking as leaned
against the tree and did he know Inu Yasha was watching him? What do you think?
Shall I write it? I already have such great ideas; let�s hear your opinion!
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