Interest

A/N Second chapter today.

Summary: The beginning of Operation ‘fake pregnancy’
Theme: Surrender


Chapter 15 - Surrender

“You ever gonna look at me?” Inuyasha said quietly from behind him.

“Of course I am.” Miroku stared down the path leading away from the springs, holding himself around the waist. Kouga had been gone a full half hour now, and it was awkward, to say the least.

Extremely awkward.

Miroku shifted on his rock, trying to get comfortable and think of a less embarrassing way to disrobe at the same time.

“We don’t gotta lot of time, houshi.”

He nodded. He knew they were running short. The sun was already well past mid-sky. The evening, and Inuyasha’s likely change to his more aggressive self, were approaching rapidly. Miroku shifted again, then jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You said you didn’t hate this. Was I right the first time and this was all bullshit?” The rough growl to Inuyasha’s voice didn’t hide the uncertainty behind his question.

Miroku turned. “No, you know it…wasn’t.” Staring at Inuyasha with wide eyes, Miroku choked on the last word.

Inuyasha was already naked. When had he done that? And worse, his groin was right at eye level. Miroku had never had a chance to actually look at him before, he realized. It had always been grab Miroku, strip Miroku, and fuck Miroku until he passed out. Inuyasha’s cock had never been on display. And now it was.

Miroku’s eyes refused to move from the heavy member bobbing in front of his face. It was dusky and smooth looking, thick, the color almost startling, surrounded by silvery curls as it was. He could see a large vein throbbing heavily as it began to rise closer to Inuyasha’s taut stomach.

His fingers reached out to touch the tip, swirling on the soft opening of the foreskin that was pulling back already as Inuyasha’s length grew. The movement didn’t even register until Inuyasha groaned. Miroku yanked his hand back, startled.

“I shouldn’t have done that without asking, Inuyasha. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Hell, Miroku, like I ever asked you beforehand? Do whatever the fuck you want. Except for leaving on those stupid rags. Take ‘em off, monk.”

Miroku finally looked up into Inuyasha’s face. It was…focused. His eyebrows were lowered, his gaze was sharp and penetrating. Miroku’s body responded instantly – it knew that look, even if the circumstances were completely unfamiliar. His cock began to swell, playing catch-up with Inuyasha’s erection, and it twitched when Inuyasha suddenly smiled at him. With a smooth assurance that Miroku would have sworn wasn’t a part of Inuyasha’s physical repertoire, the hanyou reached up and brushed his thumb over Miroku’s lips.

“Well fuck. You’re nervous as hell, aren’t you?’ he asked with an awed voice.

“Of course I am. I want this to work. Anyone would fear for the outcome of-”

Inuyasha shook his head. “No, I mean… You’re not fucking scared or anything. You’re just nervous.”

Inuyasha’s hand drifted up to slide into Miroku’s dark hair. He flicked a claw and Miroku felt the strands fall free as the tie holding it back snapped “And you’re horny as hell, too.” Miroku tried to ignore the toothy grin and the resulting flush it left on the his own skin.

Inuyasha bent over him and Miroku found himself leaning back nervously. He was supposed to be the aggressor this time, not Inuyasha. He was the one who agreed this was necessary. He was the one…

He swallowed as Inuyasha’s hand moved until it cupped the back of his head and he was suddenly unable to retreat further. “Don’t worry, houshi. I know exactly how we should do this.”

Miroku swallowed hard as Inuyasha matched his words with a sly hand that moved under Miroku’s rags and gripped his erection firmly.

“Inuyasha, I- you probably don’t know as much as you think. I think you should f-follow my lead. I’m quite knowledgeable about… this sort of thing.” Miroku’s voice was thin as he tried to shift away from Inuyasha’s hand. He needed to get control of this situation. It was important, he thought, panting as Inuyasha’s hand moved over him, sliding along his length as though he actually knew what he was doing.

Which he didn’t. He couldn’t. The only times he’d ever had this type of sex, he’d been completely possessed.

Hadn’t he?

“Inuyasha – aaaah, wait! H-how much do you actually remember… about when we’ve- That is, the times that you’ve… Ohhhh my.” Miroku shivered, grabbing at the hanyou’s arm as Inuyasha continued to caress him, pressing against the ridge of his glans so perfectly he thrust a little off the rock.

“Not a whole lot,” Inuyasha murmured with gravel undertones, his head tilted as he watched Miroku’s body shake. “But you know, feeling you in my hand here, and seein’ your face – it’s kinda coming back to me. You really look like someone who wants to be fucked, houshi.”

Miroku opened his mouth to refute such a ridiculous statement and his eyes widened as faint stripes began to bloom across Inuyasha’s cheeks.

“Inuyasha! Oh Buddha, Inuyasha, you’ve got to calm down. Control it, you’re – “

“I’m fine,” Inuyasha’s voice was even deeper, his eyes darkening to a deep, ruby amber. “Fantastic. It’s gonna feel great inside you, I bet. Your ass is so tight looking, I can hardly wait.”

His hand moved from Miroku’s cock to the side of his hip, pulling at it, and Miroku tried to push him away.

“Inuyasha! You know you don’t care about that! Not the real you! You can’t let yourself change! Dammit, we’re not even in the water yet! We need to be in the water first!”

“Oh. Right.” With a quick jerk, Miroku was yanked to his feet by the hand holding onto his hair. He stumbled as Inuyasha marched him to the water and shoved his clothes off. The borrowed suikan didn’t rip, but he heard the rags of his kesa and osode tear sharply before he was maneuvered into the steaming water to land against Inuyasha’s chest.

Breathing heavily, Miroku shoved at him. Two hands clamped over his ass and pulled his groin flush up against Inuyasha’s.

“Inuyasha, stop this! It’s too rough. We need to slow down so you can get control and –“

“Quiet.” Miroku shut up at the harsh, barely comprehensible snarl. He blinked, an eddy of steam in the air shifting so he could suddenly see the complete lack of anything gold within the irises of the hanyou’s eyes. “Mine.”

“Oh damn. Damn, damn, damnable –“ Miroku’s hands pushed harder, hoping if he managed to step away, Inuyasha might find a way to pull himself back from the edge he’d gone over.

“Don’t move.” The feral voice had him fighting harder. This was their only chance! And he’d been ready to do something soft, that wouldn’t hurt his backside so much. Damn Inuyasha’s blood and its pack-obsessed quest!

Inuyasha began growling as Miroku struggled, his claws nearly breaking the skin as he refused to let go of Miroku’s ass. When Miroku almost managed to hit the right pressure point in his shoulder to make him let go, the hanyou lost it.

“Submit!” Inuyasha’s fangs darted for Miroku’s throat.

Miroku froze as he felt them against his windpipe. He let himself go limp. A soft, slick tongue licked him in approval. He closed his eyes as it began to work its way up towards his mouth, and he felt the tight fingers over his ass begin to burrow between his cheeks.

“Damn,” he whispered.

This was definitely not what he’d been hoping for today.