Just the Two of Us
Chapter Nine
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Hey people! Sorry for
the delay. I’ve actually had this
written for like two weeks, but my fingers just didn’t feel like typing it
up. Okay, I didn’t feel like typing it up and my fingers agreed with mean
an
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> My bad.
Sometimes typing can be really tedious, especially when you’ve got too
many things going on. It’s just like ‘I don’t
have time for this’ even though I know it won’t take me very long to do.
be helped. Anyway, when last we left,
Kouga found Miroku and was dragging him off to ‘make right’ what’s gone
terribly terribly wrong. What
reunion?
Without further hesitation, I present to you, Chapter Nine
of ‘Just the Two of Us’. Heh.
Just the Two of Us
By: Banshee Puppet
Chapter Nine:
Illusion of Love
Miroku rubbed his wrist irritably when Kouga finally let go
of him. They were alone in a field with a
brook running through it. The tall
grasses made it look as if no one had been here in years.
“What is this about Kouga?” the monk asked as he looked up
to see the wolf youkai standing before him, the wind blowing through newly
unbound hair.
‘For a man, he’s beautiful,’ Miroku thought.
anything else, so he was quite surprised
when the wolf pulled their faces together for a brutal kiss.
He couldn’t seem to move his body suddenly, he’d just frozen there, like
that, watching Kouga’s eyes, squeezed tightly shut with tears just barely
leaking through his dark eyelashes.
‘Kiss me back, please?!’ Kouga’s mind hollered at the unresponsive
lips against his. ‘There’s no one else
that I can turn to. You’re the only one
who I will allow to break me.’
When Kouga backed away, Miroku didn’t know whether to
comfort the youkai, or run like hell. ‘You’re
still so wounded,’ he thought. ‘What can
I do to help you? I just don’t
know. How can your scars be healed?’
“Finish what you started damn it!” Kouga hollered at him,
fists clenched at his sides. His pride
was already a mess, breaking it completely shouldn’t be this difficult, and
yet. Oh, and yet…
Miroku’s eyes widened again.
Was Kouga saying what it sounded like he was saying?
The monk could only stare slack-jawed as the other man
dropped his chest plate to the ground, peeled off his shirt.
change…just…don’t… Even Miroku wasn’t
sure how he would have finished that sentence when the youkai interrupted him.
“Don’t tell me to stop like you understand!” he
demanded. “I can’t take it anymore!
it! I can’t wash it out of me!
ground, leaving the youkai bared before Miroku, tears pouring out of those
bright blue eyes. ‘Break me all the way,
damn it. I can’t stand this for a moment
longer.’
Miroku found his eyes glued to a speckling of tiny scars
along Kouga’s hip. He wondered where the
wolf got them. Anything to not think
about what the wolf was asking of him.
The long grasses brushed against Kouga’s bare thighs, making him shiver
slightly. “Finish what you started!”
Kouga demanded again, then begged, “Please.
I’ve got no one else to turn to, bastard.
to. Even if I cry and beg you to stop,
you’ve got to do it!”
“Kouga…” ‘You poor,
poor man. But can I really…with a man?’
“I understand,” Kouga said softly now.
man, ran his claws lightly along the smooth jaw.
like a woman.”
Kouga pressed his lips against the monk’s jaw, trailing
butterfly kisses along the path his claws had just taken.
suffering so. He let the wolf tilt his
head slightly to lick down the column of his neck, nibble gently on his
earlobe. “You’re nothing like a woman,”
he replied, letting his eyes drift closed anyway.
“Shh,” Kouga mewled. ‘Man
or woman, I know pretty well at this point what will make your body feel good,’
Kouga thought, and then, a little bitterly, ‘I was trained to know exactly how to please a man, and I learned my
lessons well.’ He slid his hand over
Miroku’s throat, kissed up the jaw again, and again came to touch the monk lips
to lips.
This time, Miroku kissed back.
long exhale. Like a long drag from a
pipe, Kouga suckled the monk’s lower lip.
A tiny sigh escaped Miroku and Kouga took advantage of this,
slipping their mouths together, tongue running along tongue, slowly coaxing the
lax muscle in Miroku’s mouth to respond.
It was a lazy, gentle kiss.
Miroku didn’t like men, so the wolf knew he had to take his time to warm
him to the idea, and he realized that the object of his every fantasy, his
every dirty thought, was with him now, tongue moving against his own, fingers
lacing into his hair. It made his groin
stir very slightly, just a warm little tingle, knowing that.
Miroku tried to crush their mouths together more.
great kisser.
‘The lips of a man and a woman are the same,’ he
thought. ‘But his mouth tastes
different, a little spicier than I’m used to.
It’s not bad, or anything, he’s just going so slow.
initiative. In this situation, he’s the
woman, so I should do something…’
He pressed deeper into the kiss, sliding his free hand down
Kouga’s side, feeling muscle where he was accustomed to a solid flow of smooth
and satiny skin, down further to cup the wolf’s bottom, pull him against him
and squeeze slightly.
Kouga moaned into his mouth, breaking away a moment for
breath.
Miroku gasped in surprise.
Kouga wasn’t hard yet, but he was well on his way there.
thing, bringing him back to reality.
This was a man. This was Kouga,
Kouga with kiss-swollen lips, pupils slightly dilated, and Miroku realized that
this wasn’t only about Shi’en.
kind of man? I didn’t realize.’
if he knew that Kouga liked it. That
made it a little easier. He still didn’t
know if he could get it up for a guy, but as Kouga lapped at his jugular, slid
his fingers across his left nipple with only a layer of cloth between them, he
moaned from somewhere deep in the back of his throat.
precisely that way before, and he realized now that it felt quite good.
and removed his outer layer, but it was an idle thought—the answer didn’t
really matter much to him at all.
The youkai was encouraged by that tiny moan, and moved his
head to lap at the sensitive flesh behind Miroku’s ear, bringing his other hand
up to massage over both nipples through the cloth.
lips.
Miroku’s abdomen twitched.
He inhaled sharply as Kouga brought his thigh up to rub between his
legs. He found himself panting and
rubbbackback against it, the flesh between his legs swelling and beginning to
flare. As he rocked against that
muscular thigh, he would bump into the tip of the wolf prince’s erection.
Kouga moaned. The
wind rustling through the tall grasses danced along his inner thighs, tickling
his balls only very slightly. He could
feel Miroku beginning to swell against him and the monk kept just barely
bumping against the swollen pink head of his straining cock.
such a beautiful man, makes me so hot.
Miroku, you would have never agreed to this if you know how often I’ve
dreamed about your naked body, your
burning flesh pressed against mine.
Oooohh!’
When Kouga leaned his head back and moaned, Miroku pulled
their faces together for a deep kiss, sliding his tongue inside and breathing
heavily against the man’s lips. ‘My dear
gods above, this man is seducing me!’ the monk thought.
Kouga stepped back and pulled away.
lips a moment, working solely off the instinct of wanting.
demanded. He was starting to get
seriously horny.
“What is it?” he asked.
‘Haha!’ Kouga held
back a laugh at the monk’s somewhat confused expression.
My dream guy. He wants me to
touch him right now, in this instant.’
He pulled on Miroku’s blue robes.
“This has to go,” he whispered.
Miroku’s eyes widened in realization, he’d forgotten about
it, and now he felt a little self-conscious.
It was an unfamiliar feeling.
‘He’s so damn cute,’ Kouga thought, stepping in again and
starting to pull up on the cloth, bunching it upwards from the waist.
throat, and the monk’s arms were on their way up before he’d finished the
sentence.
Dropping the robe to the side, Kouga reached up and removed
the hair tie the monk wore, pulling the slightly shorter man against him and
inhaling the scent of his hair slightly as he kissed Miroku’s forehead and
kiss exchanged between lips and hungry tongues, naked flesh against naked
flesh, reminding Miroku even more definitely that this was a man with a
masculine body, the hard erection pressed against his lower stomach, the
trembling grasses brushing his legs just south of his sensitive and half-erect
penis. He was becoming uncertain again,
but at the same time, Kouga’s strong lips were threatening to wipe every
thought right out of his head.
Kouga breathed hard, kissing down the monk’s neck, across
his collarbone, licking tin lines over the ridges there before circling his
tongue around the man’s left nipple and, after a pause, latching onto it and
suckling gently, bringing a calloused thumb over to manipulate its partner.
Miroku grabbed onto the wolf’s hair, groaning loudly.
decided, this was really fun. Making the
man writhe and moan like this was so hot he felt like he could come just by
listening to that sexy voice husky and strangled with wanting.
now brushing his most sensitive areas, and licked his way across Miroku’s chest
to the right nipple, bathing it in the same attention as he’d given the other.
The cool hair hitting moist and passion-sensitive skin made
Miroku gasp in surprise yet again, his arousal twitching.
whisper. Man or woman, what Kouga was
doing to him as he nipped and licked his way down towards the monk’s navel
couldn’t be denied. As, slowly, little
by little, his reservations were forced to the back of his mind, Miroku’s lust
grew.
Unknown to the wolf youkai, the monk opened his eyes and
looked down, watching as Kouga lathed his navel, molesting it with his tongue,
his throat brushing against Miroku’s head over and over again.
Miroku could only pant helplessly as the wolf sat back on
his heels, took his now fully erect shaft in hand and gave it a few strong strokes.
Unconsciously, Kouga licked his lips.
not open his mouth and pull Miroku over between his lips and down his throat,
but he couldn’t do it now, not today.
They had to reach the much awaited culmination of events that they had
been led to by fate or something like it.
Miroku moaned, watching that tongue dart out.
himself as much as it sounded like he was, and gasped in surprise when he
locked eyes with the other man. He didn’t
know that Miroku had been watching.
Miroku had been watching and was excited like this anyway.
the monk down to the ground with him and then pulled Miroku forward, cupping
his ass with both hands. Pressing their
bodies together chest to chest, hips to hips, Kouga grouheirheir erections
together.
Miroku moaned and rocked back against him.
that told him how wrong this all was had been bound and gagged somewhere in the
back of his mind for now. His body was
burning up with need. He didn’t know
precisely what it was that he needed, just that he needed it
few more times, sharing a hungry kiss and begging for a release that they both
knew could only come one way.
At great effort, Kouga disentangled himself from the other
man, telling Miroku in a gesture, since he didn’t trust his own voice, to come
over to the brook with him.
As he watched the wolf sink ithe the brook, the water just
barely kissing his ass as he kneeled own in the shallow waters, Miroku bit his
lower lip, again overcome by nervous reservations, but he forced himself
forward, descended into the warm water.
He noticed Kouga shaking a bit and soothed a calming hand over the wolf’s
back. It wasn’t that the water was cold,
and the tension in the wolf demon’s shoulders told him everything he need to
know: Kouga was scared. He remembered
the wolf’s words now—‘you have to...even if I cry, even if I beg you to stop.’
back of Kouga’s shoulder, sealing his promise.
“I won’t stop even if you scream, I swear,” he whispered.
Miroku’s voice was so soft, so kind, and so goddamned sexy.
told himself. He pulled Miroku’s face to
his and kissed him in that strong-lipped way he had that turned the monk’s
brain into a gelatinous puddle of mush and sent an electric shock straight to
his engorged groin, reminding him how fucking horny he was.
that tumbled down the wolf’s cheek in response.
“Shh…”
“It…has to be stretched,” Kouga whispered, ashamed of the
words and unable to fight down a slight blush.
Miroku’s eyes widened in understanding and a little bit of
horror. ‘Can I really use my hand in…in
some guy’s…’
He swallowed and nodded.
He’d already promised, but Kouga understood the problem.
“It—It’s okay,” Kouga told him quietly.
Just..” he wasn’t sure how to ask
this. He was already asking so much of
the human that the words were sticking in the back of his throat.
don’t forget that it’s you.”
Miroku thought his heart was going to shatter into a million
tiny shards of glass suddenly. Kouga had
been hurt so badly by that bastard viper.
“Don’t worry,” he soothed. “I
told you. That guy is
next time he tries, I’ll fucking kill him.”
Kouga’s eyes widened.
That ticked off tone in Miroku’s voice was a little scary, but oddly
soothing in its protectiveness. The
youkai nodded. Better get this over with
before his crush changed his mind. He
leaned forward over the edge of the stream, spread his legs apart wide at the
thighs, the warm water lapping at that hidden pucker and, taking a deep breath
to relax himself, squeezing his eyes closed, slowly slipped the first finger
inside. He paused at the knuckle, biting
his lip.
Miroku leaned forward, kissing a bare shoulder again.
Kouga exhaled, sliding the digit the rest of the way
inside. Out. In. Out. In.
moved around them and Miroku’s burning hand rested on his back.
As the tightness in Kouga’s shoulders faded, Miroku found
himself feeling strangely curious and moved around behind the wolf prince to
see…well, to see.
“What’re you…?!” Kouga began, not sure where Miroku was
going and starting to panic again.
“Shh,” Miroku soothed, leaning over and laying a somewhat
playful kiss on one of the wolf’s rear cheeks.
“Just watching,” he whispered.
Kouga felt his face flush deeply and his erection jump at
those words. His mouth fell open with a
slight pant as he continued. In. Out.
In. Out. He felt around, massaging his
inner muscles and crinkled his nose as he pushed a second finger inside.
Miroku’s pulse started speeding up, his breathing became
more labored, his erection made its presence painfully known.
of him and then emerge, the water lapping around the erotic display, fingers
scissoring, twisting, plunging. The monk
felt a sudden urge to pray thanks to whatever got had landed him in this
outlandish situation. For reasons he
couldn’t fathom, this was just the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Miroku clutched his thighs tightly and moaned.
‘So hot!’ He di und understand
what this feeling was; there was nothing even remotely feminine about this
body, those coiling muscles, broad shoulders, strong back.
child out of this encounter and yet…and yet he had never felt
person.
Kouga arched and moaned in response to Miroku’s lustful ‘Holy shit!’ Miroku Kouga released a shaky breath. Kouga slipped his fingers out with a tiny whimper. “D-Do it,” he breathed heavily. “You’re ready?” Kouga nodded. “Just…make Miroku knew what he was referring to as he looked down at Kouga whimpered. He felt Miroku’s burning fingertips touch his hip, the rough Miroku swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. “Yeah just…gimme a second,” Kouga grunted. “Miroku,” he whispered, not trusting his husky voice to get Miroku exhaled the breath he’d been holding and nodded, “Kouga…” he rasped, pulling out slowly again and pushing in “Ha—aaii!” Kouga cried out when Miroku brushed his inner Miroku moaned, slamming in hard and fast, his balls audibly Needy? Yes, he was Miroku justldn’ldn’t take it, he’d been trying to hold back The two men lay like that, soaked and sweaty and still Miroku sat down in the stream, leaning back against the Kouga inhaled deeply. “Will this solve it?” Miroku asked finally, his brow Kouga nodded. “For a “A…little while?” Miroku forced out over the lump that Kouga swallowed a bit. “Since you’re human,” he said quietly. “How long?” Miroku returned uneasily as he realized there “About a month and a half at best.” Miroku cupped water in his hands and pushed it through his Kouga felt his chest constrict. Miroku turned his eyes to the wolf youkai. “I’ll see you next month then,” Miroku said a bit Kouga’s eyes widened in understanding. ‘Even if you hate it, even if I disgust you, if the idea of “They’ll get suspicious if it isn’t my scent anyway, right?” “…yeah.” “Okay then, it’s settled. ‘Oh gods!’ Kouga sat bolt upright as the monk walked away Well, this was a fine mess. ~End Chapter Nine~ A/N: I’d comment to Well, we finally got to some Miroku/Kouga action! Until next time, Happy Haunting, ~Banshee Puppet~
voice and pushed back against his own fingers.
They brushed his prostate and he cried out his pleasure, pushing against
it again, again, panting and whimpering out a helpless want that no words could
describe without falling to useless cliché and sounding cheap, wasteful.
could hardly contain his lust as Kouga seemed to get more excited.
with need and lust, went straight to his chest, down to his groin, and out his
throat in a low growling moan. ‘He wants
me. He might not like me in the way that
I like him, but right now, in this instant, he wants me.’
finish what he started, but he knew it had to be finished another way, and
figured he was as ready as he was ever going to be.
care.
Miroku asked as if checking to see that the brunette was certain.
sure it’s wet.”
the pre-cum dripping from his slit and inhaled, eyelashes fluttering as he
smoothed the satin liquid over his shaft with a slight shudder.
talking dirty that Miroku seemed to have.
He clenched his fists as he felt the human positioning himself behind
him. ‘I want this,’ he told
himself. ‘I do.
him to put it inside of me—just Miroku, no one else.’
of pleasure without pain, desire without despair.
nothing to do with love or even liking, not for Miroku.
lo
loved Inuyasha, the way that Akagi and Zuma loved each other.
impossible now. ‘I’m not going to freak
out this time damn it!’ he told himself.
‘It’s not Shi’en! Miroku won’t
hurt me. Miroku won’t be cruel, at least
not on purpose.’
cloth and prayer beads that held back the curse on his left hand, and suddenly,
he hated Naraku more than ever. An image
of the monk staring at that cursed hand flit through his mind and a few tears
spilled out of those too blue eyes as the monk eased himself inside the hot
tunnel between Kouga’s spread cheeks.
He took a few heavy breaths.
Fully and blissfully sheathed, he couldn’t help but dig slightly with
his fingertips into Kouga’s hips to keep his hormones from spiraling out of
control. A few pants escaped his parted
lips. “K-Kouga.
teeth, his body shaking to control the lust that was threatening to overcome
him at any moment.
girth as he’d stroked him, but that was a different kind of knowing than having
the thick shaft pressed deep inside of him, the heavy balls pressed tight
against him, Miroku’s heavy breathing sending tendrils of hot hair up his
back. ‘He’s really big,’ the wolf
thought. He took a few deep breaths,
adjusting to the invasion and much
calmer now. This was
different than being filled by the Viper Prince.
as long. What he was feeling now was
Miroku inside of him, stretching him in his own, unique way.
around the shaft, pulling a gasping cry from Miroku before releasing.
good.’
the words out at a normal volume. Do
it. Please.”
pulling out slowly and pushing back in with a long moan.
die and even if I do, right now, I don’t even care.
this good,…ooohhh!’
just a little harder.
walls, just barely grazing his prostatpan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He fisted the grass on the bank of the stream, tears of bliss leaking
out of his eyes. “Harder,” he pleaded
heavily.
slapping against the wolf’s bare skin.
That voice begging him for that, begging…
right in that instant. This was a man he
was now slamming in and out of frantically, a man who had possessed him,
seduced him, and brought him to this, a man whose moans—as he somewhat
unintentionally hit that spot inside over and over again—dragged him farther
and farther upward, closer to orgasmic oblivion, and yet, it felt so good.
good. The best.
anyone without, somewhere in the back of his mind, thinking ‘maybe this time
she’ll get pregnant,’ and it gave him a sense of freedom as Kouga whimpered and
pushed back against him. In a bizarre
and twisted way, through agony and shame and perversion, he had been given a
gift by the needy wolf.
very needy. He usually hid it quite well
but not now. Now Kouga panted and
whimpered helplessly, trying to evade Miroku’s hands somehow and press back
against the monk’s forward thrusts, tears streaking down his cheeks.
his mind screamed at him over and over again.
It was like Miroku had lit a fuse somewhere deep inside of his chest,
like his dick was somehow directly connected to Kouga’s heart and every
movement caused the pain there to wind a little tighter.
know it. Oh…gods…let me die like this,
right in this moment,’ he thought desperately an instant before his muscles
spasmed and his seed shot out into the water.
He cried out the monk’s name in ecstasy.
It wasn’t just his groin but his entire body coming, his soul coming,
everything he was flooding out of that tiny hole at the tip of his head and
heating the water around them. ‘I love
you, Miroku!’ he bit his lip hard against the words and tasted the metallic
tang of his own blood in his mouth. ‘I
love you so much that when you walk away from me again, I’ll die—I’m seriously
going to die.’ He cried as he came, and
then, when it was over, breathed heavily, his arms shaking, no longer capable
of holding his weight as he felt Miroku explode inside of him.
his release for just a moment longer when the spasming muscles milked his
orgrighright out of his body. Now Kouga
had all but collapsed beneath him and it still wasn’t finished.
It’s not going to stop!’ the monk thought in an orgasmic and illogical
panic. It felt like he was never going
to stop coming. It just came out and out
and out. All he could do was cling to
the man beneath him and whimper helplessly against the flood, unable to keep
his hips still as they jerked under the force of it, still very slightly
pumping in and out of the wolf prince, weakly and desperately.
especially not for so damned long.
middle of an orgasm. Fuck it, for sex
this good, I don’t even care…uuhnn…’
Finally, it stopped, the panting and hip-jerking orgasm outlasting the
seminal fluid by a few seconds and the monk fell panting against Kouga’s back.
joined front to back by the tight ring of Kouga’s anus for the next quarter
hour, unable to move or speak. With a groan,
Miroku eventually forced himself up and slid out of the youkai.
sighed softly while the image of his own cum all over Kouga’s ass and dripping
out of the hole and down Kouga’s legs, over the sated balls, sticking to the
bushy tail that hackleckled Miroku’s navel over and over again, burned itself
into the other man’s memory.
bank, eyes widening at Kouga’s tear-stained cheeks as he misunderstood.
He feels just as dirty and polluted by me as by Shi’en.
What would you have had me do?
What should I have done, Kouga? I’m
so very sorry. I don’t know how to fix
this.’
The heavy scent of sex was overpowering, but that would wash away.
body, mingling with his own. ‘Much
better,’ he smiled to himself against the grass before stretching out his legs
in the cool water and rolling over, quite sated, onto his back.
a little shyly at the monk.
knitting a bit. “They’ll leave you alone
now?”
little while.”
suddenly inhabited his throat.
This was bound to come up, but knowing that didn’t make it any easier.
is…temporary.”
really were no easy answers in this world.
hair before getting up. “I see.
said gently as he got out of the brook and went looking for his clothes.
and even if he hates it, even if he’s ashamed and it’s wrong and even if that
makes me no better than those blasted vipers, I’m already looking forward to
our next meeting.’
unsteadily, trying not to sound anxious and coming off as hesitant instead.
doing it with a man disgusts you, you’ll still do it.
me, you’ll do it, because I need someone to save me, and there isn’t anyone
else who can. You’re too kind.
but I won’t walk away from it.’
Miroku added, assuring them both that they had to continue this thing they’d
started here. “Because I told them I was
your lover.”
It’s already out of your hands, so I’ll protect you, but listen
carefully, because I’ll tell you this much: next time I see that Viper bastard,
I’m going to kill him. Don’t get in my
way again. Don’t try to stop me out of
some twisted sense of duty or some depraved illusion of love.
from him and the words hit his ears. ‘
He’s misunderstood everything!’
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what Miroku feels for Kouga love, or just lust?
And what about the girl Miroku left behind in the village this
time? Things are not going the same way
as usual, that’s for sure. What is Shi’en
going to do now? And what does
Sesshomaru have to do with any of this?!
All this and more in future chapters of JTTOU! Heh.
chapter yet. I’ve been pretty busy
working on typing up one of my original stories.
Typing. And I have carpal tunnel
too, so you can imagine what I’m doing to myself over here.
art somehow! Haha.
a month’s time though. Wish me luck!