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Dorn Life	By : SplendentGoddess Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Inuyasha, and the characters therein, are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi or VIZ Productions, and I do not gain financially from my fanfic in any way.

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Winner! 1st Place Best Yaoi/Yuri, Feudal Association 1st Quarter 2012

~ Dorm Life ~
Sighing, Inuyasha made his way down the hall towards his dorm room, a baggy pair of red sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and a damp bath towel slung over one shoulder. Padding down the linoleum tile in bare feet, he shook the last bit of water from his ears before opening his door and stepping inside.
He hated using a public, school washroom. It wasn't that he had issues with public nudity, and the view certainly made it worthwhile at times, but he honestly didn't know how the few pureblooded youkai on campus could deal with the smell. All those naked, sweaty bodies...and not the good kind of naked, sweaty bodies...all crammed together in a poorly ventilated, overly humid quadrangle that reeked of cigarettes and beer over a layer of cleaning solvents. It made him want to sneeze just thinking about it.
Running his towel over his head one last time before chucking it in the general direction of his laundry basket, Inuyasha took a deep, calming breath. At least in the sanctuary of his dorm room he only had to deal with one person's scent other than his own, most of the time, at least. His roommate Miroku knew better than to bring a conquest back to their room, though that didn't stop the lecher from creeping in at all hours of the night smelling like the places he'd been. Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha quickly decided not to waste what precious few minutes of solitude he had thinking about his perverted bunkmate; he had an essay to finish.
Sitting down at his desk and clicking on the table lamp, he cracked open his laptop and fired it up...and promptly let out an exasperated sigh as Miroku stumbled through the door, more than a little intoxicated.
Just what I need...
"Inuyasha! There you are!" he stated merrily, as if the only guy in their building with white hair and dog ears was really all that hard to find. "You're missing one hell of a party, man. What are you doing up here?"
"My paper." the hanyou answered, rolling his eyes again.
"It's Saturday..." Miroku stressed.
"Unlike you, I don't like to make-believe I'm on an episode of Chopped by trying to finish and upload my assignments a half-hour before they're due." Inuyasha retorted.
"Whatever, man." Miroku replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "You're still missing a killer party."
"I'll live." Inuyasha joked in a pun that went over the houshi's head.
Sighing himself, Miroku turned and exited the room, disappointed though letting it drop.
Thank the gods...
Inuyasha didn't have anything against the houshi, personally, but he definitely had a bone to pick with whoever was in charge of the matchmaking at their school. Who in their right mind would pair up a hanyou who liked peace and quiet with a monk who liked to party?
Somebody with a major Yin and Yang complex... he grumbled, claws clicking away at his keyboard.
Though, when it came to Miroku, he definitely used the term 'monk' very loosely. Just because the guy had been born with spiritual powers didn't mean he followed the Eight-fold path, after all. It was too bad he was such a flamboyant womanizer ...he was actually kind of cute.
Check that. He was downright gorgeous.
Sighing again - he'd been doing a lot of that lately - Inuyasha once again resolved not to spend his time thinking about his sexy roommate; he did have an essay to finish, after all.
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"I like big butts and I cannot lie..."
"Gah!"
Falling out of bed, Miroku reached blindly for the phone that had fallen with him, pushing ignore without bothering to see who it was. Who in their right mind called somebody at...11am on a Sunday?
Shit, it's only eleven? I'm going back to bed... Miroku thought as he crawled back onto said piece of furniture, before the faint sound of chuckling from across the room had him glaring daggers at his roommate.
Inuyasha had spun around in his task chair at the sound of Miroku's ringtone going off, and he just couldn't help it, the human man was just too cute for his own good, hair all messed up and clothing disheveled.
Inuyasha had still been up when the monk had come stumbling home at half past three reeking of alcohol and women, though he'd noted that the actual scent of sex had been missing from his person, thank the gods. Actually, technically, Miroku never came home smelling of sex, specifically, which the hanyou chalked up to the man using condoms, though that didn't mean he didn't occasionally come home smelling of things that clearly meant sex. More often than not, though, he came home smelling of everything else, reeking of the various scents that clung to him from the campus parties, most of which were deposited by the various people who had clung to him long enough to leave a lingering scent transfer. He'd allowed himself to be dragged to one of the college parties, once, and he'd seen for himself the way Miroku flirted with all of the pretty women, dancing with them, allowing them to fawn all over him, pretending he was actually interested in whatever they wanted to talk about, like shoes. He rolled his eyes at the thought. But there was always a giveaway whenever Miroku was actually successful in his endeavors, because even though the discarded condoms prevented Inuyasha from deciphering the natural scent of whomever he'd slept with, besides the lingering trace odor of the latex itself they also didn't prevent the human man from smelling of his own release, because whatever was deposited inside the condom most certainly left a scent transfer. That particular fragrance was missing more often than not, though, including this time around, and at first Inuyasha couldn't decide if he'd been relieved or disappointed by that fact, though he'd quickly leaned more towards the former. That particular scent was always more than a little...distracting, after all.
Fortunately, Miroku had passed out almost immediately upon hitting the bed, and since the scent that usually managed to pull him away from his schoolwork at night to tend to 'other' needs was absent at the moment, Inuyasha had thankfully been able to continue working on his paper until it was done. Going to bed a little after four, Inuyasha didn't need as much sleep as a human and so he had taken a nap for three hours, getting up around seven. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he'd taken off for some cheap fast-food breakfast, making sure to pick up an extra cup of coffee for the houshi, which was currently sitting in their microwave, ready to be reheated.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm the one who missed out on such a killer party, remember?" Inuyasha teased, easily batting away the magazine that was thrown at his head.
Grumbling something under his breath he didn't care whether or not the hanyou overheard from his side of the room, Miroku ignored his chuckling roommate as Inuyasha turned back around in his chair to get back to the e-mail he was writing as he dragged his ass back out of bed and headed over towards their makeshift in-dorm kitchenette, which was basically a tiny microwave sitting atop a motel refrigerator, next to a cabinet that sat on the floor, centered against the far wall opposite the door. Miroku was very grateful to the hanyou who had purchased all three items, not to mention most of the items held within. Speaking of, Miroku sighed in relief as he peaked inside the microwave to spy a Grande paper cup. Closing the door and pushing a couple of buttons, it was less than two minutes later that he had a delicious, steaming cup of coffee warming his hands and belly.
Honestly, Miroku had felt a little weird the first time Inuyasha had surprised him with the heavenly elixir, but now it was pretty much a given. If he was going to be waking up late and with a hangover, which was usually every weekend, then Inuyasha would have a cup of coffee waiting for him. He tried not to read too much into it, though. After all, just because his roommate was half inu-youkai, he was also half human, and so Miroku wasn't sure how much of this habit was based off of inu instinct or just a simple gesture of friendship between buddies, though if it turned out the hanyou was trying to provide for him because his youkai side considered them 'pack' with himself in the role of alpha that would be all right with the monk.
He didn't mind the idea of Inuyasha taking care of him; he didn't mind it at all.
He knew that with canine youkai there was always going to be an alpha/omega dominance between any given pair; whether their relationship was sexual, family oriented or just friends it didn't matter. If you put two dogs together they would always inherently try to dominate one another, and with the exception of two alphas constantly butting heads because neither was willing to concede, in most cases the weaker of the two canines would almost automatically submit to the stronger one, and when it came to the two of them, what with himself being human and all, Miroku knew that Inuyasha was definitely stronger. That didn't mean, though, that the hanyou thought of their relationship as roommates from an alpha/omega point of view. Being half human was the unknown variable; Miroku just didn't know how predominant Inuyasha's youkai half was with regard to his psyche, and he was too chicken-shit to just ask him outright for fear of the hanyou misinterpreting his curiosity as scrutiny.
Though the man might be a mystery in that regard, he was a sexy mystery, and one that Miroku wouldn't mind taking the time to solve on his own. First things first: getting to know him.
Miroku actually knew very little about his demonic roommate, aside from the fact that he missed his home. Inuyasha had lamented on more than one occasion that his old bedroom was twice the size of their dorm room, and that if his family had lived closer to campus he would have tried to see if he could get out of staying in the dorms altogether. When it had boiled down to it, though, he'd decided to move onto campus rather than bothering to get a job to rent his own apartment. His parents gave him money, but they wouldn't have given him that much money. If he wanted to live on his own then he would have to pay for it himself. Thinking about it, Inuyasha had decided that he didn't want to hassle with juggling a work schedule with his classes when he didn't have to, and for that Miroku was selfishly grateful. He enjoyed the eye candy, yes, but more than that he actually enjoyed Inuyasha's company, too. He wished the hanyou would loosen up a bit and come to more of the parties so that they could hang out more often and he could start to get to know him better, but taking a moment to think about it, the monk could honestly understand why the guy didn't want to with his advanced youkai senses. The poor guy's ears and nose probably went haywire in such settings.
Aside from his unconcealed disdain for dorm life, though, the only other thing Miroku really knew about his roommate was that he came from a fairly well-off family, his human mother being his father's second wife after his father and half-brother's mother had gotten a divorce. Speaking of his half-brother, Miroku had never met Sesshoumaru, though he'd seen pictures of the pureblooded inu-youkai, and the man was gorgeous, though there was just something special about Inuyasha that stirred up his insides like nobody else ever had. Unfortunately, one thing he was pretty sure he knew about the hanyou was that he was straight.
Well, actually he supposed he didn't really know that for certain, but there was definitely nothing about the man that indicated otherwise, and it wasn't like he could just ask him. As for Miroku, he was a man's man, though he couldn't help it if the ladies loved him too. He loved being a flirt, and at the college parties he usually ended up getting at least two or three women clinging all over him, though he didn't mind being all the sexy ladies' GBF - gay best friend. Of course, sometimes he went to a different type of party, though he never invited Inuyasha to those because he didn't want to make the hanyou feel uncomfortable. They weren't like orgies or anything stupid, just sometimes a certain group of guys would all get together to go dance and party at the local gay nightclub. Hell, sometimes some of the regular party girls went to those parties, too, though he tried to cool it with flirting with the chicks long enough to flirt with the guys instead. He would admit it, he could be a bit of a slut at times, although he was always a safe slut.
Which was why he'd never been stupid enough to try hitting on Inuyasha, because the hanyou would probably hit him in return, and so doing so wouldn't be very safe. Even so, it'd been a while since he'd been with anybody else, either; subconsciously he kept on comparing other guys to his delicious roommate, and of course they never measured up. He was also worried that he might not be able to properly mask the scent one time, fearful that Inuyasha wouldn't accept him if he knew. He always used a condom - which he knew hindered scent transfer though of course that obviously wasn't the only reason he used them - and as an extra precaution where Inuyasha's nose was concerned he also always sprayed himself with women's perfume afterwards, to camouflage the musky scent of guy-on-guy. He wasn't really in the closet, but he wasn't really 100% out of it, either, and he'd already lost a couple of good friends back in high school; he didn't want to risk losing Inuyasha as a friend as well if it turned out the hanyou had a problem with homosexuality. Most of the girls at the parties always seemed to be able to sense it in him, and he never really tried to hide it, though at the same time it wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to advertise as if he were wearing a bright pink neon sign about it around his neck. He wasn't that gay. He had every intention of telling Inuyasha, eventually; he just hadn't figured out how to go about it yet. The perfume bit, while he supposed it could be considered a bit cowardly, and he wouldn't deny that, it was also done out of respect, because for somebody with a sense of smell like the inu-hanyou's, coming home smelling of guy-sex would be like wearing a bright pink neon sign. Maybe the hanyou wouldn't care so long as he didn't flaunt it in his face, but again that was something he wouldn't know until he muscled up the courage to voice the subject aloud.
Of course, besides the legitimate concern from bad past experiences that he might lose Inuyasha as a friend, the more perverted side of Miroku was also afraid that at the very least, the white-haired sex god would probably stop changing clothes in front of him, and he didn't really want to lose that, either.
The monk was pulled from his thoughts as his stomach gurgled uneasily.
"Dude, can I have one of your ramens?" he asked Inuyasha then, clutching mildly at his gut with one hand while setting his coffee down to open their cabinet with the other.
Pushing 'send' on his e-mail, Inuyasha swiveled back around in his chair again to gaze at his roommate with a partly annoyed, partly concerned expression.
"Miroku, we've been over this. You're free to help yourself. I don't buy ramen because I'm broke, I buy ramen because I like it; I ain't gonna snap at you for eating 'my' food if you're about to yack unless you get somethin' in your stomach."
"Thanks..." Miroku replied, ripping open one of the styrofoam cups in question, filling it with water from the jug in the fridge before sticking it in the microwave. Of course, the instructions said not to do it that way, but who the hell actually took the time to boil water first to then pour into the cup? Besides, with their only cooking device being the microwave trying to boil water could be dangerous, if it accidentally superheated.
Noticing that the gallon bottle of water they kept on hand was nearly empty, Miroku didn't put it back in the fridge, instead straightening his clothing for a second as he said, "I'll go refill this."
Shaking his head in exasperation, Inuyasha got up from his desk and crossed the room, reaching for the bottle himself while arguing, "Eat your ramen, I'll do it." As his hand brushed up against Miroku's he couldn't help the sudden burst of butterflies in his own stomach, and quickly taking the jug from the other man's grasp, he turned and headed out the door towards the nearest drinking fountain.
Miroku sighed in relief as soon as the door closed behind him, having been terrified for a second there that the hanyou was going to notice what that brief physical contact had done to him. Taking another sip of his coffee, he reached deep inside himself for the faint memory of lessons on meditation his father had taught him as a child, concentrating on getting his pounding heartbeat back under control.
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Eight...Nine...Ten...
Setting his barbell back down on the floor with a grunt, Miroku rolled his head and shoulders a bit, shaking his arms out. He liked lifting but he couldn't afford to go to a gym, so he made do with his own straight-bar and a set of weights he'd purchased for cheap at a thrift store. He didn't want to be an inconvenience to his roommate, though, taking up so much space in the center of the room, and so he usually only lifted whenever Inuyasha was out, which he currently was, meeting up with his friend Kagome for something or another.
'Friend'...yeah right.
Miroku had met Kagome a couple of times, and she was a sweet girl, but why she put up with Inuyasha he hadn't a clue since the hanyou always seemed to be so rude to the miko, calling her a 'wench' or just generally making fun of her. Kagome didn't seem to mind it, though, always keeping that bright smile on her face as if she and Inuyasha were longtime childhood friends and the barbs meant nothing to her. She certainly never hesitated to sling her own insults back at him, and Miroku mused that perhaps they really were just friends as Inuyasha always insisted whenever he teased him about it.
He was pulled from his musings when the door to their room opened to reveal the hanyou of his thoughts.
"Hey..." Inuyasha greeted casually, desperately trying not to drool like a dog begging for table scraps at the sight of his roommate's glistening chest, the houshi presently shirtless with loose-fitting jeans hugging his hips perfectly.
Damn, if I'd known he was lifting I would have gotten back sooner... the hanyou playfully lamented in his mind, having figured the monk would most likely sleep off the rest of his hangover while he went shopping with Kagome for a gift for Souta's birthday.
He loved that little miko like a sister. Back in high school she'd actually had a crush on him before he'd been forced to 'break her heart,' letting her know while out on a 'date' why it would never work between them, but the girl hadn't really been head over heels in love and so the two of them had quickly transitioned over into BFF status, no harm done. Turned out the thing she loved the most about him was his ears, and since he still let her mess with those whenever she wanted she didn't mind not having access to the rest of his body. Things had actually worked out well for the miko, because during their senior year she'd started being pursued by an ookami-youkai named Kouga, and since wolves and dogs were similar in a lot of ways Inuyasha had been able to help Kagome to decipher Kouga's signals, while also secretly helping the wolf on the side to learn how humans did things. The two were currently still together and couldn't be happier, though Kouga was more than happy to let Inuyasha step in whenever Kagome wanted a friend to go shopping with. He wasn't in the closet, though it wasn't like he had a rainbow bumper sticker on his car that said 'Get used to it' or anything else overly obnoxious, but he'd made sure the wolf knew of his nature so that he wouldn't needlessly feel challenged when it came to Kagome's affections. Since it had been a direct result of his help that Kouga had ended up getting with Kagome in the first place, since the girl hadn't understood the ookami's style of courtship at first, Kouga had easily agreed to keep Inuyasha's secret as thanks.
Though of course, it wasn't really as if it was a secret, it just wasn't the sort of thing he felt the need to advertise. Who went up to somebody for introductions and said 'Hi, my name is X and I'm gay'? Or straight, for that matter. It just wasn't the sort of thing that was usually offered up front, and it wasn't the sort of thing people usually asked, either. Like 'What do you do for a living? Oh, and do you prefer men or women?' It wasn't really anybody's business what he did in the bedroom, although on the other hand he wasn't ashamed or felt for any other reason that he should be dishonest about it. If people knew they knew, if they didn't they didn't; he'd never lie about it if anyone actually came straight out and asked him, and if they had a problem with it then they could go fuck themselves for all he cared. He had come out to his parents back in high school, around the same time he and Kagome had 'broken up,' and his family accepted him for who he was. That was all that mattered. Sesshoumaru had even joked that he was grateful he had no interest in women so that he wouldn't further dilute their father's bloodline, the daiyoukai having much greater issue with him being hanyou than gay, although truthfully even that was just in jest. But so although Inuyasha didn't make a habit of 'coming out' to everyone he met, he wasn't really trying to keep it under wraps. He did go shoot pool at a local gay bar on occasion, after all, and although he never consciously recognized anybody from campus whenever he was there that didn't mean somebody from campus wouldn't recognize him. He knew he stood out like a sore thumb in a sea full of dark-haired humans, though thankfully although about 80% of the student body was human at his college he'd never really run into any major prejudice for being a hanyou, which was a much bigger concern of his than running into prejudice for being gay.
It was the 21st century, though, which meant that most people were honestly not racist any longer, and even among those who were, most of them at least knew to keep their mouths shut about it while out in public. He could tell that his roommate wasn't one of those, though, thank goodness. Even being a spiritualist, which back in the day would have meant their two races were mortal enemies, Inuyasha could never detect even the faintest amount of hatred or disgust directed towards himself from the monk. Which of course meant that, assuming Miroku knew he was gay, that fact didn't bother him, either, although he seriously doubted the monk actually knew that about him. In fact, he was pretty sure that Miroku thought Kagome was his girlfriend, even though he'd told the houshi on more than one occasion that Kagome was just a friend from high school and that she actually had a boyfriend who wasn't him. It wasn't Miroku's fault, though, that his sense of smell was too weak to pick up Kouga's scent as it permeated itself in and around the miko. He loved teasing Kagome about it since the girl was still so shy when it came to such things. You couldn't be shy about that sort of thing in the canine world; she'd learn that eventually.
But when it came to Miroku, Inuyasha suddenly found himself in unknown territory, because while he didn't usually go out of his way to keep it to himself, assuming the monk would have an issue with him because of it they would probably still have to live together, and that could get a little...awkward. Even if they did petition for new living arrangements with the school board it would probably take a while, and while Inuyasha had never had a problem dealing with rejection in the past, he'd also never been forced to live with anybody he'd just told to go to hell for being a closed-minded asshole. But while Miroku honestly didn't strike him as the type of guy who would have that powerful of a negative reaction to the news - he never talked smack about the political issues, and even had a bit of an effeminate side himself at times - Inuyasha knew that that didn't mean it wouldn't still weird the houshi out. Inuyasha liked Miroku, a lot, actually, and for that reason he didn't want to disturb the man. It wasn't his fault he was too sexy for his own good, and Inuyasha knew that nothing would ever happen between them, so then why needlessly creep the guy out? It was for that reason that Inuyasha had decided to keep his mouth shut on the subject, seeing no reason to risk making his roommate feel uncomfortable. Especially since the ungrounded, homophobic fear that most righteously straight men had that gay guys were attracted to them was actually true in this case. Inuyasha was very attracted to Miroku, especially when he lifted weights, his naked chest glistening with beads of sweat...
Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, Inuyasha glanced around the room for the magazine Miroku had thrown at him that morning. It had an unflattering article about his favorite restaurant that he wanted to flame on his blog. Spotting it on the floor pinned underneath the weight discs of Miroku's barbell, he approached where the shirtless and sweaty and sexy-as-all-get-out holy man was standing in the center of the room with what he hoped wasn't a predatory glint in his eye.
"S'cuse me..." he commented offhandedly, reaching for the bar on the floor as casually as possible despite the dirty side of his mind that quickly had him thinking of all the other things he could be doing while bending down in front of the monk.
Snapping out of his stupor - had Inuyasha just been checking him out??? - Miroku quickly realized the hanyou was making a reach for the magazine he'd accidentally pinned when setting down his straight-bar.
"Oh, sorry..." he stated, making a move to bend down and move the weights himself, though Inuyasha beat him to it.
"I got it." he remarked casually, bending down from the waist with straight legs, not how you're supposed to lift heavy objects. He then proceeded to lightly grip the bar nearer to the discs pinning the magazine, effortlessly lifting the entire barbell cleanly off the ground without the other end even so much as dipping lower from the bar not having been gripped in the center to evenly distribute the weight. Setting it back down after grabbing the desired object, Inuyasha made his way over to his desk, unaware of the slack jawed expression Miroku was now shooting towards the back of his head.
Glancing back down at his barbell in amazement, he mentally whistled in complement, his momentary confusion regarding Inuyasha's heated gaze on him completely overridden by the hanyou's impressive stunt. Inuyasha had just casually lifted 210lbs with one hand, in a loose grip, as if it were the freakin' TV remote. Before he could think better of it he blurted out, "Hey, how much weight can you lift, anyway?"
Spinning around in his chair, Inuyasha glanced back Miroku's way with mildly surprised eyes, not having thought anything about his little display since the houshi never showed any indication of being bothered by his half-youkai status. Even now, he quickly realized the human man wasn't freaked out by his unintentional show of strength. He seemed more amazed than anything else, and genuinely curious.
"I don't know..." he answered honestly then, curving up the edge of his lips in a crooked smirk that revealed a fang as he added brazenly, "They don't make a bar long enough to hold the amount of weights it'd take to find out."
Laughing, Miroku said, "I figured there were youkai gyms where you guys all sat around bench pressing Toyotas or something."
"Nah..." Inuyasha replied, chuckling as well. "Though there are pulley apparatuses with Acme-ish 'one ton' weights attached to 'em, and I can rep those without too much difficulty."
Miroku just stared at him, mouth agape.
Better close that mouth before I give you something to fill it with... Inuyasha thought naughtily, unaware that his eyes betrayed his thoughts.
He'd been having more and more nasty thoughts about his roommate lately, as if his subconscious was trying to sabotage his efforts in not freaking the guy out by revealing his feelings, though fortunately, the monk was usually too drunk or busy scrambling to finish his schoolwork to notice.
Unfortunately, at that precise moment in time he was neither, and Miroku had been on the receiving end of that kind of look more than enough times to recognize it instantly.
Is he...? Nah, couldn't be. Is he?
He was still too chicken-shit to say anything, though, just in case he was imagining things. Wishful thinking and all that.
Of course, Inuyasha immediately detected the houshi's heightened state of discomfiture, and quickly misunderstanding the underlying feelings behind it, he immediately feared that he had finally done it; he'd screwed everything up, overstepping his bounds by inadvertently revealing his attraction to the man. Maybe all was not lost, though, he hoped, as he quickly spun back around in his chair to face his computer as if nothing had happened. Miroku probably suspected now, but if he didn't say or do anything else self-incriminating then perhaps the houshi would let it go. Of course, there was always the slim possibility that...
Yeah right... Inuyasha mentally snorted. The guy clearly has a thing for the ladies...
Talk about wishful thinking.
But as much as he wondered about the monk at times, there was no mistaking what he'd seen with his own two eyes at that one party he'd gone to before he'd gotten annoyed with the atmosphere as a whole and had taken off to spare his tortured senses. Not to mention what those same poor senses went through nearly every time Miroku stumbled home drunk after another one of such parties. The guy might act a little effeminate at times, but he was just one of those 'metrosexuals' Inuyasha had realized early on. Kagome had teased him today at the mall that he'd scored, landing such a sexy roommate, and she was right, though he looked at it as both a blessing and a curse. If he weren't attracted to the guy then it wouldn't have been as big of a deal to be more outgoing with regard to himself and his ways, but he looked at it like this - how many straight men would feel comfortable living with a gay roommate who openly wanted to fuck them? Yeah...that probably didn't go over too well most of the time.
Way to go, stupid... Inuyasha mentally berated himself.
Staring blankly at his blog's homepage, Inuyasha inwardly cringed, fearing it was only a matter of seconds before the houshi said something. The only question remaining was whether or not the human man was going to be cool with it, or if Inuyasha had just made his living arrangements a thousand times more awkward and uncomfortable than they'd previously been. The silence was killing him, though. What was taking the monk so long to find his tongue? Then he heard the man resume his weightlifting, and Inuyasha wasn't sure if it meant he could relax or not. Perhaps Miroku was just going to let it go, but on the other hand he could just as easily be working out his agitation to avoid exploding.
Shaking his head and reinforcing his denial, Miroku let Inuyasha get to work on his laptop without saying anything as he picked up his barbell to do one more rep before taking it back apart to slide all of the pieces underneath his bed, unsure of what to make of what had just happened. He had to have been imaging things, Miroku quickly tried to convince himself. Either that, or maybe the look he'd thought Inuyasha had been directing towards him in a manner that suggested sexual attraction had in fact existed, but his mind had wandered off for a second from thinking back on his times in the youkai gym, and so the look hadn't been for him but for some hot youkai female he'd seen at one point or another. The way he'd quickly spun back around in his chair did tend to suggest that his mind had wandered off for a second before shaking it off, rather than having become even more focused on his surroundings.
But glancing in Inuyasha's direction every so often as he moved around his side of the room revealed to the houshi that while Inuyasha was seemingly absorbed in whatever he was reading, the hanyou actually had his focus directed towards himself, cocking an ear in Miroku's direction at every little sound he made. If he had been imaging things and the hanyou really hadn't been eyeing him like a piece of meat, then why was he now merely pretending to work on his computer while secretly focusing all of his attention on him? It really got Miroku wondering...could he have not been imaging things? Was it really possible that he'd had the hanyou pegged wrong all this time? Had he been sabotaging his chances with the man by pretending to like women, inadvertently creating a reason for Inuyasha to feel the need to keep his own nature a secret?
Wouldn't that just be my luck... he thought, rolling his eyes at himself and the irony of it all.
Suddenly getting a rather wicked idea, Miroku bravely thought of a way to test his suspicions without the risk of humiliating himself by just straight up asking if it turned out he was wrong. Fortunately, he'd had a can of 'hair of the dog' while Inuyasha was out that had him feeling much better than he had been that morning, so his hangover wouldn't really be an issue since it was pretty much gone by that point. If all went well, perhaps he'd actually get to experience a different kind of 'hair of the dog' before the day was through.
"Ugh, we need an air conditioner in here." he commented seemingly absentmindedly then, as though he were completely oblivious to the way Inuyasha had presumably been ogling him. If the white-haired Adonis actually hadn't been checking him out, then the comment shouldn't connect any dots.
Said hanyou grunted noncommittally in acknowledgment of the statement, unsure of what to say. Had that been a general remark, the houshi just trying to change the subject, or had that been a variant of the old fashioned 'is it hot in here' pickup line? Now he was getting paranoid. He didn't want to suddenly seem weird by not responding, though, in case the human man really was being his usual, oblivious self.
"Heat don't really bother me as much 'cause of my youkai half, but if you want to put an a/c in here that's cool."
"No pun intended." Miroku chimed in, chuckling a bit.
The hanyou chuckled as well, finally snapping out of his daze staring at the computer screen long enough to actually log into his account, his fingers clicking away at the keyboard.
Miroku didn't wait to put the rest of his plan into action, grabbing his discarded shirt from his bed to wipe the sweat from his body with it. Even though Inuyasha wasn't looking, the monk knew his canine companion was acutely aware of what he was doing, as he let a few grunts slip past his lips, to which the hanyou's ears turned and shifted, catching every sound. He also made sure to shake out his shirt a couple of times in a seemingly innocent manor that would waft his sweaty, manly scent in the hanyou's direction. If Inuyasha wasn't attracted to him then he would just ignore him, wouldn't he? And even if he couldn't help the way his ears tilted back at the noise he was making, as if that were just more of an inu-youkai thing, to subconsciously be aware of everything going on around him at any given moment, it certainly wouldn't fluster the man if he didn't have those kinds of feelings for his roommate. Digging down deeply within himself, Miroku tapped into the reiki senses he possessed that he'd nearly forgotten how to use in the last couple of years of partying, and a confident smirk slowly formed on his lips at what he found; Inuyasha's demonic aura definitely felt flustered.
Gotcha...
Tossing his shirt into his laundry basket, Miroku upped the ante then by next unzipping his jeans, stepping out of the heavy denim with as much purpose as possible without making it so obvious that Inuyasha would realize he was testing him. Glancing discreetly in the hanyou's direction, he couldn't see anything in the man's posture that would indicate he was under any amount of stress...although his laptop was now just sitting on the homepage to his blog account, his right hand on the mouse once again unmoving as it sat still on the computer desk, the magazine sitting open and forgotten to the left of the keyboard. Scanning Inuyasha's youki with his reiki a second time revealed to the monk that his hanyou roommate was even more disquieted than before, and his smirk increased.
Now for the pièce de résistance...
"I feel the same way..." he stated in a neutral tone, pulling a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser.
His comment immediately had the desired effect of earning Inuyasha's eyes back upon him, as the hanyou cautiously glanced in his direction over his shoulder, his golden eyes immediately growing wider at the sight of his naked body. Miroku immediately schooled his features, keeping his smirk on the inside. After all, it wasn't as if nudity was something new between them; they always got dressed in front of each other, nearly everyday, and Inuyasha went commando at least just as frequently as he did, if not even more so.
"Wh-what...?" the hanyou asked with a tone that was both confused as well as cautiously optimistic, his eyes quickly snapping back to his computer screen.
Thinking to tease the man a moment longer, though as far as Miroku was concerned the jig was up at that point, he pulled on his sweats while commenting, "Yeah, you're gonna write that flame, right? That snarky critic was a total dick as far as I'm concerned; 'Sango's café' totally kicks ass."
Walking up to Inuyasha with the excuse of looking at the magazine in question, he pretended to skim back over the article he and Inuyasha had discovered yesterday while slyly casting his gaze over the hanyou's flushed visage, inwardly chuckling; he hadn't known dogs could blush.
Just because his face and aura had given him away, though, that didn't mean Inuyasha would go down without a fight...
Well, that depends on what kind of 'going down' he has in mind... the naughty side of his mind chimed in again, causing the hanyou to mentally grimace and curse his traitorous emotions.
He was pretty sure the houshi was screwing with him now, which from a positive side of things meant that at least the man wasn't really all that bothered, if he was going to tease him about it and feign ignorance rather than actually confront him about it more seriously. On the other hand, Inuyasha had seen first hand how relentless Miroku could be in his teasing, witnessing on more than one occasion how he'd let some of their other friends from school have it whenever somebody had accidentally done something embarrassing. He wasn't sure if he could survive the houshi's relentless teasing for the rest of the year without his cheeks permanently taking on the color they presently displayed, though an evil little voice in his head told him that that was what he deserved for always teasing Kagome about her relationship with the wolf. Still, his control wasn't so weak that he would acknowledge the fact that the houshi had him right where he wanted him. He had felt the holy man's mental scans, and could easily sense within the human how amused he now was instead of flustered, but that didn't mean he'd willingly give him any more ammunition.
"Yeah..." Inuyasha agreed then, finally starting to write the flame he'd been all riled up about before; for some reason his heart just wasn't in it at the moment.
Now that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was right, even though he was mentally kicking himself for how he could have possibly missed it before, Miroku wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by. He had been worried about embarrassing himself, or worse, that Inuyasha would actually turn against him as his best friends had done back in high school, but now that he knew in his soul that that wasn't the case, Miroku couldn't help the way his mind suddenly wandered back to all of the nights he'd had fantasies about his delicious roommate, fantasies he had been convinced, at that time, would never come true. The growing realization that Inuyasha actually found him attractive, too, quickly had something else growing in his sweatpants, though he was too busy trying to think of what to say to the hanyou to realize that his body was already saying it for him.
Clicking away on his keyboard, focusing on the sound in the hopes of drowning out the pounding roar of blood in his ears, Inuyasha's thoughts came to a screeching halt as a new scent from the human man still standing right next to him on his left suddenly drifted its way to his nose.
Why...why is Miroku...aroused?
Glancing back Miroku's way, it was Inuyasha's turn to stare with mouth agape at the hungry twinkle in Miroku's eyes, the human man no longer even pretending to read the magazine sitting on the desk beside him as he openly stared right back down at his demonic roommate, the noticeable bulge in his sweatpants steadily growing even more noticeable by the minute. As if suddenly realizing his own state of arousal, Miroku glanced down at himself in that moment, his own eyes widening a bit at the way that particular part of his body was practically pointing at Inuyasha, as if saying 'That's him, he's the one I want!' If he hadn't outted himself before with his earlier stunts he sure as hell had now, though the houshi wasn't worried when he caught the hungry way Inuyasha licked his lips while staring directly at his crotch.
The inu-hanyou had been doing an admirable job, in his own opinion, of not jumping to the wrong conclusion. While he had been pretty sure Miroku had been deliberately teasing him, which - if that were true - clearly meant that the monk had realized which team he played for, it had also meant that the human man hadn't honestly been too bothered by that fact. Otherwise he would have been disgusted, most likely said something prejudice and hurtful, and then stormed out of the room. So since that hadn't happened, Inuyasha had been expecting the monk to lose it and laugh at any moment, before brushing it off and telling him with a teasing yet sincere voice that he was flattered, jokingly regretting having to break his heart, to which Inuyasha would have scoffed, informing the man that just because he thought he was good looking it didn't mean he was in love with the guy. Then they could have continued onward with their friendship and living situation, and while he probably would have had to learn to deal with the occasional barb, like Miroku starting to undress before pausing to apologize about torturing him with the 'show,' Inuyasha would have also been free to retaliate with his own sarcasm, teasing Miroku in return about not knowing what he was missing, or the fact that at least he didn't have to discuss things like shoes before getting a date to sleep with him, and he also didn't have to worry about slipping out afterwards while she was still asleep to avoid the awkward 'morning after' of having to accept a phone number he had no intention of calling. Everyone he'd ever been with had known it was only sex and had been more than okay with that fact.
Yes, refusing to jump to the 'wrong' conclusion, the hanyou hadn't really considered the slim possibility that Miroku was actually that way, himself, convinced the human man was merely teasing him because he didn't have a problem with gay people and planned on remaining his roommate. Inuyasha had been fairly certain that he would have to put up with Miroku's relentless sense of humor, but also that their friendship would otherwise remain unaffected for the most part. That entire line of thinking had come to an abrupt halt, though, as soon as the houshi's arousal had drifted past his nose. That scent could only mean one thing.
Turning to glance up at the houshi as the man stood next to him where he sat at his computer, the look in Miroku's eyes only sealed the deal. He didn't know why the guy always acted like he was so into chicks...maybe he was actually bi and attracted to whomever he deemed attractive regardless of gender...but either way there was no denying the type of thoughts running through the holy man's head as he glanced down to acknowledge his own state of arousal. Inuyasha found himself following Miroku's eyes in that moment, taking a minute to fully take in the sight of the tent being pitched right in front of him. The monk's arousal was a pungent, musky scent; Inuyasha could taste the human's pheromones on his tongue through the air as he licked his lips, and it quickly had his own blood boiling. Being a hanyou was a bit of a curse in that regard, in ways other than how most people usually viewed it. Being half human, after all, meant that he was affected by things that were naturally only meant to affect other humans, such as nature's aphrodisiacs between members of the same species. He wasn't attracted to the pheromones of mortal dogs, he wasn't deranged, but he definitely felt a much stronger lure towards humans than any pureblooded youkai ever could. Pureblooded youkai only hooked up with humans for two reasons: One, if it was a more serious relationship, then emotions like love had to be involved, where the couple had gotten to know each other over an extended period of time and so therefore the species barrier didn't matter to them. Two, if the fling was more casual, then it was because the youkai got off on the dominant factor involved, of having his or her human play-thing so helplessly under their control, while the human got off on being the play-thing. Full-fledged youkai were honestly not drawn to humans sexually the way that Inuyasha was. Being gay was an unrelated coincidence, otherwise he would certainly be attracted to human females just as strongly. As it was, though, the way he was wired inside meant that it was the scent of male that did it for him, and the scent of the male in front of him was definitely doing it for him in that moment.
Then the scent of precum hit his nose, and Inuyasha lost it.
Blinking in surprise, it took the monk a moment to realize what, exactly, had just happened, as he suddenly found himself pinned against the wall between Inuyasha's bed and computer desk, the hanyou glaring at him predatorily. His youki felt primal and dominating as it brushed up against his aura; Miroku shivered in delight.
"Just what is running through that head of yours, houshi?" Inuyasha asked in a slow purr, his voice noticeably lower in timbre than usual.
Miroku gulped, although he wasn't afraid; the hanyou's eyes followed the movement of his Adam's apple, staring hungrily.
"I was wondering how it was that we both have such crappy gaydar." he stated bluntly.
Inuyasha's eyes widened a bit at those words before narrowing dangerously, though the hanyou looked to be anything but angry as his lips curled up into a wickedly delightful smirk.
"If I recall correctly, I'm not the one who came home smelling of women at three-thirty in the morning, or practically every other weekend since college started. The smell of protected sex mixed with women's perfume doesn't allow much room for 'gaydar' to make accurate assessments."
Blushing a little under the hanyou's scrutiny, Miroku shrugged the best he could while still being pinned against the wall by the demonic man.
"I...like women, but only as friends. The girls at the parties, I can be myself around them, so we all hang together, checking out the guys. As for the perfume bit, I...wasn't sure how you'd feel if you knew who I'd really been with, so yeah, I was trying to hide it those times. That's my fault."
Inuyasha's gaze softened from peremptory to considerate, sensing a painful past the human man clearly hadn't fully gotten over yet. He loosened his grip, stepping back a pace.
"I wasn't necessarily trying to hide it, but more out of respect for you and just not wanting to deal with the awkwardness it might cause, I hadn't planned on being too forthcoming about it, either." the hanyou admitted, acknowledging that the human man hadn't really been alone in his deceit.
So...it was my fault, because of my playful flirting with the girls, and masking the scent of being with guys... Miroku realized, mentally kicking himself. So much time wasted... Still, there was no time like the present to make up for missed opportunities.
"I will admit, this is rather awkward..." he teased then, gesturing to his arousal and the small spot of moisture on the front of his sweatpants. "You seem to have me at a bit of a disadvantage."
"Oh?" Inuyasha voiced, eyebrow quirked in curiosity.
Gulping playfully, Miroku ignored the shivers running down his spine at the feel of his roommate's demonic aura filling the room, almost wishing he could turn off the senses he'd been born with that allowed him to feel such things. Nodding, the houshi admitted, "I am used to being the one in control, eliciting reactions such as mine from my partners, relishing in the sound of them begging to be touched, but I fear that if you do not touch me soon, Inuyasha, it is I who will be begging you."
Chuckling darkly, Inuyasha met his roommate's eyes with a serious, yet simultaneously playful expression.
"One thing you will learn about me very quickly, Mirkou, is that I am always the one in charge, no matter what the setting."
At those words, he swiftly closed the miniscule distance between them, dropping to his knees in front of the monk while yanking his sweatpants down at the same time. Before Miroku could even comprehend what was happening he was biting down on his hand to keep from crying out too loudly as the hottest mouth and throat he'd ever felt engulfed his straining cock to the hilt.
"Holy...gah!" he gasped, his head banging against the wall. Inuyasha chuckled at the man's reaction, and the sound sent vibrations through Miroku's body that wrecked havoc on his senses.
Finally managing to find his balance, shifting his feet apart as much as the sweats bunching around his knees would allow, Miroku tilted his head down to observe in unbridled wonder as his roommate swallowed him whole. Maybe it was a dog thing, or maybe it was a youkai thing - or maybe Inuyasha was just gifted - but the hanyou apparently lacked any sort of gag reflex that would make what he was doing even remotely difficult. Being half youkai also meant that the hanyou could easily hold his breath for at least five to ten minutes at a time. Most people who gave blowjobs truly only focused on the head and perhaps top half of the shaft, pumping the remainder with a fist. Inuyasha was deep-throating him with every single thrust, and when he said thrust he meant thrust; Inuyasha was fucking him with his mouth, and he was loving every minute of it. At least until the hanyou tilted his eyes upward to catch his stare, his lips pealing away from his teeth in an almost predatory manner, as though he were truly devouring him. Suddenly, Miroku was afraid to move, immediately stilling the thrusting he had started with his own hips to meet the hanyou's strokes.
To finally have Miroku's delicious flavor on his tongue...Inuyasha was in heaven. Miroku had been afraid he was going to start begging? Little did the holy man know that he could very well have heard such a plea from the lips that now encircled his cock; Inuyasha had wanted to do this to the man for a very long time now, and he was not disappointed with the houshi's reaction. There was something almost sinfully satisfying about seeing that mix of unbridled pleasure topped with just a hint of fear, the monk's eyes saying both 'Kami that feels so good!' and 'Please don't let him bite me!' Miroku was a fast learner. Inuyasha didn't mind being the one to deliver the other man's pleasure, but he was always the one in charge. He couldn't help it; it was an inu thing. Maybe...maybe if things ended up working out well between them for the long haul, he would consider submitting to Miroku on his human nights, but that was a consideration for the future. Right now, he was suddenly very thirsty, and the only thing that could quench it was his roommate's seed.
Growling deep in the back of his throat, Inuyasha was instantly rewarded as the man gasped, his right hand suddenly fisting in his hair, though he was thankfully careful to avoid his sensitive ears. He didn't mind Kagome playfully tweaking them, but with as hard as he was planning on making Miroku cum he didn't want to risk the holy man ripping one of his ears clean off his head. Reaching behind the houshi and cupping his ass with both hands, he encouraged the man to start thrusting his hips again, though it was at a pace that he controlled. Flexing his throat in a swallowing motion while continuing to rumble in the playful way a dog did with a bone - hey, he was a dog with a bone in his mouth, if you wanted to get technical - Inuyasha began sticking his tongue out to tease the houshi's balls on every down stroke, nuzzling the man's curls with his nose.
"F-fuck...Inu...Inuyasha...I'm...I'm gonna..." Miroku panted brokenly.
Rubbing and massaging the firm globes in his hands, the hanyou shifted his grip on the monk, his right hand creeping closer to the crack in the center before swiftly plunging his index and middle fingers deep within the man’s opening, experience both allowing him to be careful of his claws while at the same time immediately finding what he was looking for. Miroku’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as he immediately spewed his seed deep down the hanyou’s waiting throat, the canine man eagerly drinking every drop he had to offer while simultanously moving his fingers in and out and around to prepare the monk's opening.
Shuddering at the duel sensations, Miroku tightened his fist in the hanyou’s hair, his left hand coming forward to press against Inuyasha’s right shoulder, not in an attempt to shove the man away but merely in an attempt to stay standing upright, knowing he would have collapsed if it weren’t for the man in front of him holding him up.
"That...that was..."
Finally pulling back and away from the monk's deflated cock, Inuyasha curved his lips up to reveal both fangs in a truly demonic show of satisfaction as he completed the houshi's thought with, "Delicious."
Laughing a little in his deliriously sated state of afterglow euphoria, Miroku somehow managed to stagger a few feet over to collapse atop Inuyasha's bed, kicking his sweatpants the rest of the way off his legs in the process. As Inuyasha rose to his feet and approached where he lay, Miroku couldn't miss the very large bulge in the hanyou's jeans. Inuyasha was clearly going commando; it looked like he was smuggling a python down his pant leg. He'd seen him naked before, of course, but never aroused.
Damn...is that whole thing even going to fit?
He found his thoughts curious since he was usually the seme of the relationship, but something told him that it would be a cold day in Hell before Inuyasha agreed to bottom. Still, even as he knew that, and even as his satisfied phallus rested limply between his legs, he couldn't stop himself from making the generalized statement, "I want to fuck you so badly."
Inuyasha smirked. "I work in shipping, not receiving."
Laughing, Miroku admitted, "Well I've worked both departments, though I must admit you're the best I've ever had in customer service."
It was Inuyasha's turn to laugh, shaking his head in amusement before crossing his arms over himself and pulling off his shirt, revealing his inhumanly flawless physique.
"However did you get to be so good at that?" Miroku just had to ask; it was fairly obvious how, but despite the fact that he'd thought the hanyou was straight, he also hadn't thought the guy was getting much of any action, at all. He was just so quiet, always keeping to himself, never spending the night elsewhere...
As if sensing his thoughts, with a twinkle in his eye Inuyasha answered teasingly, "I practiced on myself."
Miroku's eyes widened at that statement, and meeting Inuyasha's gaze head on, he couldn't decide if the half-inu man was yanking his chain or not. Finally he replied with, "I'm jealous." before adding behind a chuckle, "That is something I would definitely like to see."
"Maybe later." the hanyou replied in the same teasing tone, again leaving the houshi to wonder whether or not he was actually serious.
Watching as the inu-hanyou quickly went about removing his jeans, his massive erection springing straight up once it was freed from its confines, Miroku had to concede that it didn't seem like such a difficult feat any longer. He was really starting to worry that the whole thing wouldn't fit.
He's going to tear me in half!
Sensing his sudden anxiety, Inuyasha's rather animalistic grin softened into more of a genuine smile, as he said, "Relax, Miroku, I'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you, either."
Immediately appeased by the hanyou’s words – honestly, he’d seen cocks his size in a few pornos, so it wasn’t totally inhuman – Miroku felt more anxious than apprehensive as Inuyasha reached into his top dresser drawer for a couple of items before then crawling up onto the bed. Seeing the way he reached for his pillows, Miroku immediately complied and raised his ass off the bed, settling back down once Inuyasha had the cushions placed underneath him, raising his bottom into the air a bit. The hanyou reinserted his fingers to pump and scissor a few times, then deciding the monk was ready, Inuyasha tore open and rolled on his industrial, youkai-strength condom. He then picked up and popped open the cap on his tube of jelly, getting himself good and lubricated.
It was Miroku's turn for his eyes to soften.
"You know...I'm well aware that hanyou can neither contract nor carry a human STD, and it wouldn't bother me if the other youkai on campus could, ya know, smell what had happened between us."
Surprised golden eyes met sincere indigo orbs before sparkling with something Miroku wasn’t quite sure he could identify.
"Maybe another time." Inuyasha replied in a gentle tone of voice, proceeding as planned as he grabbed the base of his covered cock and began teasing Miroku's opening.
The monk responded by bending his legs back at the knees, exposing his ass more fully to Inuyasha's ministrations. Keeping his word to go slowly, Inuyasha acted like they had all the time in the world, which for that moment in time, they did, the rest of the universe seemingly fading away into nonexistence so that the world they lived in consisted solely of the two of them and this moment of joining. Pressing inside gradually, bit-by-bit, he pulled back out again after every increase in distance, creeping inside further and further during each pass. Miroku tensed below him once his massive mushroom head fully breached the tight ring of his passage, but the monk immediately calmed back down as Inuyasha made no move to push in any further, running a soothing hand along his belly. The hanyou had always been considerate of his lovers; he knew he was larger than the average human and could easily cause his partners pain if he wasn't careful. But there was something about the monk lying below him so totally vulnerable that touched a part of his heart none of his previous flings ever had. He truly found himself caring about Miroku's well being. Especially since he could tell the man wasn't really an uke by nature, and yet he had submitted to him so easily, and without complaint. That showed Inuyasha that he wasn't the only one being considerate of his partner's feelings; he would make sure Miroku didn't regret his decision.
Carefully inching his way forward, then, he continued with his gradual, forward-backward pumping, retreating to the head before pushing back in even further than the last time, over and over, until slowly, finally, he sank all of the way inside, his thighs resting snugly against Miroku's ass, his hands gripping the man's shins for support so that he could tower over him without losing his balance.
"You okay?" he asked the human man below him, who had started a heavy, steady breathing pattern, his hands fisting the sheets at his sides.
"I've never felt so full in my entire life." Miroku chuckled lightly, admitting behind a reassuring smile, "But it doesn't hurt, you can go ahead and move."
Grinning, Inuyasha did just that, pulling back out slowly, all the way to the head, before pushing back in again at a slow and steady pace. Gradually, bit by bit, he increased his tempo, until finally he was moving within the monk at a fairly steady rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow.
Biting his lip to keep from crying out at the foreign yet strangely satisfying intrusion, Miroku was being accosted by an array of sensations he'd never before experienced, though he found that he didn't mind experiencing them with the man currently kneeling above him. He could see it in Inuyasha's eyes that the hanyou was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he found himself feeling a burst of pride to know that it was within him that his partner was finding so much pleasure. Not to mention the part of his mind that was still muddled from the amount of pleasure the hanyou had delivered to him prior to their joining; he was getting hard again just thinking about it. That wickedly sinful mouth of his, full of potentially deadly fangs, that inhumanly long and talented tongue... Staring up at Inuyasha's mouth as the hanyou continued to pump, Miroku suddenly found himself wondering what that tongue of his tasted like, what those deceptively powerful lips would feel like pressed firmly against his own. Inuyasha's earlier warning about 'always' being the one in charge echoed in his mind, and he snorted. They'd see about that.
Inuyasha was in sensory overload; the monk's body felt absolutely fantastic as it molded itself so perfectly around his own. Stretched up on his knees before the houshi, he continued to hold himself bent over the man at a slight angle by gripping his shins, which also functioned to keep the monk's legs in their current position, opening him up fully to his intrusion. Vaguely, Inuyasha tried to keep at least part of his senses focused on the monk's well being. He would stop without a second's hesitation if he got even the slightest sign that Miroku might be in pain or otherwise wanted him to stop, but so far the holy man seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as he was, which was a good thing because he really didn't want to stop. Hearing the man snort, he could tell it was to himself in amusement, and he briefly wondered what random thought had crossed the monk's mind, though he quickly lost himself to his pleasure again, the sound soon forgotten. He barely had time to register the playful sparkle that suddenly appeared in the Miroku's eyes before the man was moving.
Opening his legs wider, Miroku easily threw off Inuyasha's balance, while at the same time he reached up with both hands and yanked the hanyou down by his forelocks. Before Inuyasha knew what was happening his body was lying flush on top of Miroku's, the human man's hardening cock pressed firmly in between them, not that Miroku minded that fact one bit as he pulled his lover in for a powerful kiss, shoving his tongue forcefully past the boundary of the hanyou's lips with no consideration to his dangerous fangs. Honey eyes opened wide in surprise over the sneaky maneuver before the hanyou quickly decided to surrender to the kiss, eyelids drifting shut as his tongue reciprocated. Readjusting his arms to rest on the bed at either side of Miroku's head, Inuyasha quickly took control of the kiss, although he didn't overpower the man below him in punishment for being so presumptuous. He wasn't that into dom and sub. Honestly, he was impressed that the monk had managed to get one up on him like that. Retracting his hips again, it took him a moment to reestablish his rhythm at the new angle, but soon enough Inuyasha was once again pumping in and out while lying fully across Miroku's body, his hands coming up to tangle in the monk's short black hair while their tongues continued to dance.
The kiss quickly excited Miroku to the point of being completely hard again, and feeling the man's erection pressed between their bellies, Inuyasha began sliding his entire body up and down, just a little bit, to tease the monk with the friction.
He hissed.
"Damn...look what you do to me." Miroku panted when he finally released Inuyasha's hair to let the hanyou back up and out of the kiss. "Usually if I don't take anything it's 'Goodnight Irene' after one go."
Crinkling his nose, Inuyasha didn't slow his strokes while stating with displeasure, "I really wish you wouldn't party so much."
Where did that come from? the hanyou thought immediately afterwards. It wasn't any of his business what his college roommate did with himself. The next words out of the monk's mouth were even more shocking.
"For you, I'll quit all the partying. You're the only recreational drug I need."
Inuyasha did slow his strokes, then, raising himself up again a bit in order to more clearly look down into the monk's eyes.
"M-Miroku..." he stuttered, touched and unsure of what to say.
Miroku immediately looked sheepish, and perhaps a bit worried.
"Am I getting too mushy and emotional?" he asked with a chuckle meant to hide his nervousness and embarrassment.
Inuyasha immediately silenced his unneeded worrying with another kiss. Pulling back up a few minutes later, after the houshi was completely flushed and breathless, Inuyasha smiled down at him and murmured a gentle, "Never."
Starting to feel the first telltale signs that his own release was on the approach, Inuyasha shifted their positions so that he could step down off the edge of the bed, pulling Miroku with him to avoid having to separate so that the end result was Miroku still lying flat on his back with his legs spread wide, lying sideways across the bed, with Inuyasha standing on the floor right beside the bed, going to town. Inuyasha's right hand immediately found purchase wrapped firmly around Miroku's aching cock, and the monk moaned loudly as Inuyasha increased the tempo of his hips to work in time with his hand's movements, pumping and thrusting faster and faster while making sure not to go too fast and risk causing the human man any pain.
"Sh-shit..." Miroku panted. "Don't stop."
"I'm not going to have a choice in a minute here." Inuyasha replied with a grunt, biting his lip as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay for another few moments. But the knowledge that Inuyasha was so close to the edge was the only push Miroku needed to have him tumbling off that same cliff, the fantasy of making the hanyou cum, of wanting so desperately to see his O face, being the subject matter of many a solo-session when Inuyasha wasn't home. Immediately, Miroku lost it, spilling what little seed he had left all over his belly and his lover's hand.
The sight of Miroku cumming, the feel of his body getting even tighter around his dick, was all it took for Inuyasha to lose it immediately afterwards, a loud grunt slipping past his lips as he stopped all movement, his face scrunched up in a straining way that Miroku could only describe as beautiful.
For several brief eternities they remained locked together like that, frozen in time, and then finally Inuyasha released Miroku's soft member to reach for the base of his own, holding the condom in place as he slowly retracted himself from the houshi's ass. Discarding the used prophylactic, he retrieved a clean washrag and brought it back over to Miroku, who accepted it with a lazy smile as he took care of himself while watching as his partner licked his own hand clean. The monk was half-tempted to tell Inuyasha that he could lick his belly clean, too, but that would probably only arouse him again and after experiencing that much pleasure he knew he needed to let his pour human body rest, at least for a few minutes. Although, just because he was calling it quits for the time being, that didn't mean that he couldn't still offer his delicious roommate more pleasure of his own. Noticing that Inuyasha was still hard, and figuring that a youkai's stamina had to be superior to a human's in that regard, Miroku quickly decided that he wouldn't mind finding out just how 'delicious' his roommate actually was.
"Two for the price of one hardly seems fair, don'tcha think?" he asked then, sitting himself up some as he leaned back on his elbows.
Pausing in his crouch to pick up his discarded jeans, Inuyasha glanced down over himself and his throbbing cock before straightening and lifting his eyes back up to Miroku's knowing gaze. He was used to only cumming once at a time, at least whenever he was with another person. A couple of times he and one of his past boyfriends had had a longer session, but he'd only ever been with humans and so he'd never wanted to either force more out of them or make them feel inferior. The truth was he could fuck all night, but he wasn't that much of a horn dog and so only once had always appeased him. His lingering arousal would dissipate in a few minutes. On the other hand, if the monk was actually offering...
Smirking, then, instead of trying to politely bow out and say it wasn't necessary, he quirked the edge of his lips up in a cocky grin and asked, "What're ya gonna do about it?"
Miroku didn't hesitate to accept those words for the invitation they were, moving himself off of the bed and onto the floor to kneel before where Inuyasha stood.
"This..." he replied simply, knowing his intentions were obvious. Wasting no time, he immediately reached for the base of Inuyasha cock with his right hand, his balls with his left, swallowing as much of him as he could.
Delicious, indeed... he thought, making up for what he couldn't swallow by ravishing the half that he could.
Hissing in pleasure, Inuyasha gently fisted Miroku's hair, guiding the man's movements, though not too forcefully. He knew there was no way the houshi could take all of him so he just concentrated on the feel of his wonderfully talented tongue as it circled and teased his swollen head. He was very glad now that he had opted to use the condom after all, knowing that there were certain acts that a human couldn't perform without the risk of getting sick. He would never let Miroku pleasure him like this after going bareback, although the thought of actually going bareback with Miroku was enough to almost have him cumming again right then and there. They were roommates, after all, so it would be foolish to believe that today's encounter was a one-time thing. No, hissing again and tightening his hand a bit where it gripped Miroku's hair, Inuyasha suddenly found that he was quickly feeling very possessive over the human man. He wouldn't try to dictate what the monk did or didn't do in his life, but who he did in his life was another matter entirely, and while he could still flirt and dance with his girlfriends if that was really all it was, Inuyasha suddenly knew that while they were together, he wanted to be the only man in Miroku's life. Fortunately, he easily sensed from the human that he felt the same way. Hell, he'd even offered to stop partying altogether just because he'd asked him to! If Miroku was so willing to submit to being his, Inuyasha knew that he could never in his right mind give that up. He couldn't really say where the two of them would be a few years down the road, but for the time being, for right now, especially while they were actually living together, they would be together.
As if reading his thoughts and emotions through the tightening of his fingers, the thrusting of his hips, Miroku knew that he now belonged to Inuyasha, but that was all right with him so long as the hanyou could also accept belonging to him. Miroku didn't mind submitting to Inuyasha's dominance, most of the time, but their relationship would have to even out in some ways. He was nobody's bitch. The thought of having Inuyasha helpless and bound, immobile by one of his ofuda while he tortured him slowly with teasing pleasure that was never quite enough to satisfy, had Miroku groaning in the back of his throat though thankfully his dick remained limp between his legs. It was screaming at him 'No more, man!' Hearing the way Inuyasha moaned, though, quickly had Miroku inwardly smirking as he deliberately hummed again, taking as much of Inuyasha as he could without choking.
Giving the hanyou's fuzzy balls one last squeeze, Miroku shifted his left hand away from his partner's nutsack to move his fingers further back, teasing his crack. What Miroku was up to was obvious and he was pleased when his desires were rewarded by Inuyasha widening his stance, granting his fingers better access. Inuyasha did indeed know what Miroku was doing, but he didn't mind because even though he'd never actually bottomed before, fingers were a different matter, and so he was no stranger to what he himself had done to the monk when their positions had been reversed.
Miroku wasted no time getting down to business, steadily pushing his middle finger deep within the hanyou's hiney, not to stretch him, but just to tease him with the added sensations. Wiggling the digit around, it didn't take long to find what he was looking for, having a fair amount of experience in this act himself. Pushing up against Inuyasha's prostate, Miroku grinned around the cock in his mouth when the inu's gentle thrusting suddenly became less stable.
Grunting and allowing his head to fall back, Inuyasha stared up at the ceiling unseeingly as he kept his right hand in Miroku's hair, his left arm hanging at his side with that hand closed in a tight fist. If it weren't for the fact that he was half youkai he might have lost his balance at the suddenly burst of pleasure that had rushed through him. It'd been a while since he'd had a partner, and an even longer while since the last partner he'd had had done this, so while he was not a stranger to this act it was kind of like saying hello to a long-lost friend. A friend he'd almost forgotten how well he got along with.
Moaning again, Inuyasha didn't mind letting Miroku know just how appreciative of his talented fingers and tongue he really was.
"F-fuck yeah...you're good at this..." he grunted, finding his rhythm again as he slowly started thrusting his hips forward and back, both aiding with shoving his cock further down Miroku's throat and the monk's own finger further up his ass.
Inuyasha was seeing stars; a hot mouth with a swirling tongue felt way better than the inside of a condom. Feeling his balls tighten up, the blasts of pleasure as Miroku pressed down harder against his prostate with every thrust shoving him closer and closer to the edge of that cliff, Inuyasha once again tightened his fist in Miroku's hair, keeping the man between his legs right where he was as he felt his release rush up and through him.
With a burning scalp and soaring pride that he could elicit such a reaction from this silver-haired sex god, Miroku wasn't caught off guard when Inuyasha suddenly released in his mouth, having sensed its approach and prepared himself. Grunting loudly in a non-linguistic way, Inuyasha locked his hips forward, his buttock tightening and temporarily trapping Miroku's left hand as his seed released in hot spurts down the holy man's throat. Miroku eagerly swallowed all he had to offer, which was quite a lot considering how much had previously filled the condom. But the hanyou's was a spicy flavor that Miroku could not only easily get used to, he could get addicted to it.
Relaxing after a few seconds that felt like a thousand years, Inuyasha stumbled away from Miroku as the man retracted his finger from his ass and backed away himself, standing up with a telling twinkle in his eyes and an even more telling fragrance on his breath. Inuyasha could also still taste Miroku in his own mouth and quickly realized that if they both didn't down half a bottle of Listerine the other youkai on campus were bound to know what had happened between them after all. Not that that thought bothered him any, and from Miroku's earlier offer Inuyasha was still amazed to know that the monk was also so willing to be so open about their relationship. Especially after having previously been trying to keep his nature under wraps. Apparently, Miroku was nervous about letting those too close to him know because of having had his heart broken in the past, but that didn't mean he gave a shit what strangers thought. The thought that Miroku was willing to advertise in a youkai way to the world at large that they were together filled his heart with pride and something else he wasn't quite sure he wanted to risk identifying just yet.
"Well..." Inuyasha spoke up after a moment, hoping to nip the potentially awkward silence in the bud. He'd never had sex with somebody he lived with before. How did one go about the 'afterwards' part when leaving wasn't an option? "That was fun." he stated teasingly.
Laughing, Miroku shook his head in amusement as he turned to retrieve his sweats, the hanyou behind him redressing as well.
Clearing his throat as he pulled his shirt over his head, Inuyasha asked hesitantly, "You, uh...you wanna go grab some late lunch or somethin'?"
Turning to gaze Inuyasha's way with mildly surprised eyes, Miroku asked in turn, "You didn't grab a bite while you were out with Kagome?"
Inuyasha just shrugged. "I can eat twice."
"Among other things..." Miroku teased with a light chuckle, amused as the hanyou's cheeks tinted pink. After all they'd just done, the thought that he could still embarrass him so easily was too golden. He would tuck that information away for later. "Sure." he replied then, dropping the teasing from his gaze to let Inuyasha know with a sincere smile that he honestly appreciated the offer. He didn't want their friendship to get weird, either. He wasn't looking for just a fuck-buddy. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to give he and Inuyasha a genuine try as a real couple; his smile widened to realize the hanyou felt the same way.
Changing out of his sweats into a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Miroku tied his shoes in silence while Inuyasha did the same, and then they were exiting their dorm room to head out to Sango's Café...Inuyasha would get back to the flame he'd been writing some other time.
As they walked down the street side by side, both men's thoughts were running along similar lines. Neither looked back over their first few months living together in the dark about each other as time wasted so much as they were now both looking forward to the future, a future together. They would have to take things day by day as they learned more about each other, because granted neither of them really knew all that much about the other yet, but both men were looking forward to finding out.
~ Fin ~
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