Just the Two of Us
Chapter Ten
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Just the Two of Us
By: Banshee Puppet
Chapter Ten: Something
Close to Beautiful
Miroku awoke suddenly to find hif spf spooned up against a bare
back that was becoming more and more familiar.
In his sleep, he instinctively curled into the warmth of the body beside
him, always. He knew the youkai probably
didn’t want to be touchedt wht what he did in his sleep was out of his control.
It was already dawn, so Miroku reluctantly disentangled Miroku had to admit, if only to himself, that after that He’d always thought the primary reason for Kouga’s tears was ‘How am I supposed to make this easier for him? *~*~* He wanted revenge. He At first, Shi’en thought it was the monk and got quite *~*~* Maio hummed to herself while she did the laundry. She smiled down at her bulging stomach. ‘The humans still let pregnant women do the washing? “Where is your husband?” he blanketed, annoyed at such an Maio startled, looking up at the viper. Then it hit him, that scent, he He sighed. She seemed “No husband. That’s “Perhaps. Shi’en wasn’t about to get into trying to understand human “But…” He leveled the woman with a stern glare. Maio was surprised. “I…” “Direct me.” “It’s this way.” The “… ….Sshi’en.” Maio nodded. “A “The pleassure is mine,” he didn’t bother forcing a smile *~*~* Kouga sat in the hot spring with his knees curled into his He’d thought this time was different, that he was finally He hadn’t understood what the monk meant until he was asked Kouga couldn’t help but cry. And then Kouga woke up alone again and he realized, the *~*~* Miroku took a steadying breath. The scent on the human was blatantly obvious; latent sex and Miroku swallowed. “I’ve…heard Sesshomaru knew what the monk was really asking: ‘do you “They are true,” he replied coolly, no reason to hide He had many lovers. “I see…” Miroku replied slowly. *~*~* A/N: Sorry for taking so long…again. The next chapter will let everyone know what sort of favor Will try to write more in the near future! ~B.P.~
himself and sunk into the hot spring to freshen up and clear his thoughts while
Kouga slept. It had been half-a-year
already. It seemed like only yesterday
that he’d first taken the wolf in that Northern brook so far from the colorful
lands of Autumn where they had lain together last night, and slept side by side
into morning. Now, the cool air of that
same morning sent a slight shiver through Kouga, and the wolf prince curled in
tighter upon himself, not yet ready for ng.
first time, he craved the other man, needed contact with those gently sloping
shoulders, full hips, and that tight…ahem.
Yes, well, anyway.
that he was still imagining Shi’en behind him, looking at the ground, unable to
see a compassionate face, an ever-erinering memory of violent rape that came
back to him in their times together.
Unable to handle the wolf’s tears, Miroku had thought that if Kouga
could see him, be looking at him, it would be better for him, so last night he’d
done it differently. Taking Kouga off of
his knees, he’d lain the wolf prince on his back,
pulled his legs up so that the backs of his knees rested over the monk’s
shoulders, firm thighs pressed against his chest…but the wolf still cried.
them. No matter what, they both
understood—Kouga was being dominated. It
wasn’t that Miroku needed to feel like he owned the other man, but the entire
affair was so new to him that he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do
for him, how he could ease the pain.
Watching Kouga’s expression last night gave him a clearer perception of
how much it hurt Kouga when he pushed himself inside, through that tight ring
of muscle into that soft and fleshy heat, but he didn’t know how to correct the
problem; he didn’t know how to ease the pain.
AS it was, he still hadn’t become daring enough to use his own fingers
to stretch the wolf’s entrance.
Something held him back. He
wanted to do it for Kouga, but it just seemed far too intimate somehow, far more
intimate and personal than simple sex was.
dressed and pulled back his hair. He
glanced forlornly at the wind tunnel in his hand.
likely to come after the wolf again. He
couldn’t allow that, not after all the sorrow the wolf had already
endured. The answer to all of their
problems came to the monk and he steeled himself for what was ahead of
him. Looking back at Kouga one last
time, the wolf’s hair falling like a blanket around a body that Miroku lusted
after, the monk spoke softly so as not to disturb his partner’s slumber.
heading westward. ‘And may the gods help
me in the meanwhile.’
wanted to kill that bastard monk who’d ruined everything, but he wasn’t strong
enough on his own, or even with the cobra, Adara.
particularly good at. He needed a
fool-proof plan. That’s when he smelled
it.
angry, but no, there was something different about that scent…
would stick with for as long as possible.
Alone in the woods beside the lake, where it was quiet, and no one would
bother her. It wouldn’t be long now
before Atsuki would deny her even this, order her to stay at home in bed.
little one,’ she mused, returning the last of the laundry to the basket and
taking her time to get up again. She was
feeling all maternal, but she was anxious to have the baby out already as well.
miscarry? A viper youkai knew such
things only too well.
irresponsible man as he emerged from the shadow of the trees.
fearless. “I have no husband,” she
returned matter-of-factly.
and it made him hate the monk even more.
‘That adulterous bastard!
rut with this human wench as well? I’ll
destroy him!’
stubborn, though he supposed she was pretty for a human.
females.
irresponsible,” he said, a plan solidly forming in his mind, one that required
the human’s trust.
smiled a tiny, knowing smile.
logic. He lifted the laundry basket up
onto one strong shoulder. “I will carry
it for you.”
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to harm that child?” he demanded.
She shook her head side to side in answer.
woman began down the path towards the village, contemplating the brusque, yet
kind, demon beside her. “My name is
Maio,” she said.
pleasure to meet you,” she said politely.
onto his face. ‘Or it will be,’ he
thought. ‘Though you and this child, I
will have Miroku in the palm of my hand…and I will crush him.’
chest. He was sulking.
alone after a night with Miroku, but it still saddened him, made him a little
bitter.
getting to the unrepentant monk. Letting
his eyes drift closed, he remembered Miroku’s husky voice begging him when he
got on his knees, “not that way.”
to lay down on his back. “Look at me,”
Miroku had said. “Watch me.”
no one else.’ Yeah right.
more. But still,
having Miroku over him, watching his expression, the fluttering, lust-heavy
eyes, Kouga thought—maybe. Maybe
there was a chance that Miroku could learn to love him even though he was a
man. This hope blossomed and threatened
to drown him when the monk became suddenly more daring and took his cock in
hand, stroking and fucking him simultaneously.
His eyes hadn’t been closed; he hadn’t been denying anything.
sometimes, needs to be touched, let the wolf’s fluids squirt all over his
pumping fingers, and still came like
a flood, furious and extended, deep inside of him.
Joyful tears poured from his eyes in desperate and wanton ecstasy.
the reasons for them had changed. At
first it had been despair, shame, memories of Shi’en.
this was duty, obligation, the burden of kindness…
for his happiness, pure bliss, as he realized that Miroku wasn’t pretending
that he was someone else, a woman—joy when he realized Miroku was fucking
love, but it was something close to beautiful.
hungry look the monk had worn last night—he had probably just imagined it.
dead. Right now, this youkai seemed a
lot bigger and scarier than he remembered him.
a male wolf youkai. He’d been surprised
by this. It was faint,
obvious the dominant role the monk had played in the encounter.
to speak. His own attraction to male
youkai allowed him to understand the human’s position, and also, that
preference in him was no secret…but to take a submissive role to a human could
only mean one thing, he knew: that idiot wolf was in love with him.
rumors,” he began awkwardly.
really have sex with men? Often?’
it. He loved men, the more and varied
they were, the better. The Lord of the
Western Lands didn’t believe in love, but sex was no stranger to him.
among his kind, and also of his…prowess.
In fact, they amused him to no end.
These were likely the rumors the monk was referring to, likely soiled a
bit by his idiot younger brother.
Did this perverted monk wish to be added to the roster?
apprehensive scent on him, there was something more to it than that.
bravely locking a golden stare with his own deep blue eyes.
things again and I also wasn’t sure how much time I wanted to have elapsed
between this chapter and the last. It
kept me thinking for a while before I could sit down to write this
chapter. When one of your characters is
pregnant, even one month can make a huge difference, so I was really quite
torn. Even so, I think I made the right
choice. More drama and action to unfold
soon!
Miroku can possibly ask of
Sesshomaru, though the careful reader can probably make
a good educated guess already.