The Other Side of Kazaana

A/N Thank you so much for the reviews! Yeah, I’m so glad that the fluffy bit worked for a lot of you after creepy ronin stuff. And again, the reviews helped out, especially as one in particular reminded me of something I keep meaning to do in each chapter, but had forgotten until now! Thanks!

LIME warning.


Chapter 16 – Explaining to Miroku

Miroku waited for Inuyasha to say something. Something rational and normal and not at all similar to the words he’d used when he was talking to Kouga. Because he and Inuyasha were not…connected. They could not possibly be bonded or married or whatever exactly Inuyasha had meant by the term ‘mate.’ For the love of Buddha, he had just been thinking about starting a relationship with Inuyasha! They couldn’t be a couple already when he hadn’t even decided if he wanted to do anything further with the stubborn baka!

Inuyasha was still looking at him, obviously struggling with what to say, which made Miroku even more worried.

“Inuyasha?” he asked.

Inuyasha’s ears twitched as he tried to speak. “Eh, well, you see…”

He paused, swallowing, and tried again. “Kouga was going to… and I was taking you to…”

Another pause.

“Shit.”

Watching him, even more concerned at seeing Inuyasha at such a loss for words, Miroku was completely caught off guard when Inuyasha suddenly sat up straight and started yelling “No you fucking don’t!” He looked absolutely furious.

Miroku took his hand off Inuyasha’s leg and leaned away from him.

“You will not fucking…I’ll damn well explain it my own way! No! Don’t even think about it, you perverted ass! You damn…” he growled as Miroku watched with wide eyes, and when the hanyou’s own eyes bled red, Miroku’s whole body sagged in relief.

Nice to know Inuyasha wasn’t losing his mind.

He looked at the hanyou, youkai now, he supposed. He’d never seen the actual change happen before, but obviously, Inuyasha DID sometimes still lose control of his youkai. The monk’s heart rate picked up as Inuyasha scooted over until their legs touched, and Miroku shifted away nervously.

“You asked about what Inuyasha said about mates?” Inuyasha youkai asked, his voice that low, rather erotic growl that Miroku had only heard a handful of times now. He couldn’t bring himself to speak and merely nodded his head. “You wish to know what he meant?” Miroku nodded again.

“Good. We have been silent on this too long. It is not right that you do not know.” Inuyasha leaned in, his face so close Miroku could feel his warm breath against his lips. “You are mine now.” He whispered, pressing his lips to Miroku’s gently, just long enough for Miroku to close his eyes and enjoy the softness.

Miroku stayed in the same position as Inuyasha pulled away, his mouth slightly open, until he heard Inuyasha chuckle and opened his eyes with a start.

Inuyasha had kissed him? “Eh…” he tried to clear his head. What had he said? “Y-yours? What do you mean, yours?”

Miroku swallowed and continued to try and focus his thoughts. That kiss had been so short. Almost nothing. It shouldn’t make him feel like… How had Inuyasha made such a small little motion befuddle his brain so much!?

“Is the word not clear enough?” Inuyasha youkai asked, smiling. “You’re mine.”

“But…what does that actually MEAN? I’m...yours. In what sense? For how long?”

“Aaaah, I see.” Inuyasha youkai stared at him a moment. “You are mine…in the sense that lovers are. In the sense that husband’s and wives are.” Inuyasha smiled softly at him. “And as for how long…the bond is forever. Until the two of us grow old and return to the earth, we will be connected like this.”

Miroku gulped, stunned. Forever? Inuyasha and he had done something that had bound them together…forever???

“Wha-how?? I don’t understand, how did we…”

“I claimed you.”

“Claimed me? How did you… Wait, y-you mean when we, when we…” Did having sex with Inuyasha somehow automatically do this?? Except, that would mean the ronin and the other lovers…

“When Inuyasha took you? No, I claimed you the night before”

The night before? “… was this when I was drunk? You did something when I was drunk?” Miroku asked. He knew Inuyasha had done something.

“Hmmm, yes. I claimed you.” Inuyasha youkai was looking into his eyes again and Miroku tried not to fidget.

“H-How?” he asked.

“How?” Inuyasha smiled broadly and he chuckled down at Miroku as he leaned in close again. “Well, let me see if I can remember.” He murmured.

Inuyasha reached over to cup the back of Miroku’s head and pressed his lips against him again. Miroku moaned slightly as Inuyasha thrust his tongue inside, running it over Miroku’s teeth, slipping it across his tongue. The monk vaguely felt Inuyasha reach around his waist as the hanyou continued to caress his mouth, sucking at his lips carefully and pulling back to nip at them with small, sharp prickles of pain. Miroku was panting as Inuyasha finished, and he felt something yank off his arms sharply.

Looking down, Miroku could only gape at his bare chest, his haori lying behind him while his under-kimono flopped down to his waist. “What? How did you-?”

Inuyasha smiled at him, red eyes laughing. “I believe the first thing we did was discard all this rather irritating cloth.”

Miroku couldn’t help staring at him. Inuyasha was quite definitely experienced. Miroku could remember using that same technique of distraction and heightened arousal to unclothe a nervous female, but he didn’t believe he’d ever had the technique used on him! He would have thought that his own knowledge in that area would have protected him! Inuyasha leaned forward again and Miroku held up his hands, warding him away.

“I don’t believe this is a g-good idea, Inuyasha. We need to talk…”

“We will.” Inuyasha youkai said as he simply reached up and gently clasped a hand around each of Miroku’s wrists and bent his head to kiss him again. He broke the kiss almost immediately, starting a trail of soft, short suction across Miroku lips and then he moved his mouth to Miroku’s jaw line and descended down his throat with small bursts of wet heat.

“I-Inuyasha. You shouldn’t. Aaaah, w-we need to talk.” He stuttered, his lips pressing together to hold in a moan as Inuyasha reached his chest and started to swirl his tongue around one of Miroku’s nipples. “Nnnnng. Ah...”

Inuyasha made his way over to the other nipple, his hands releasing Miroku’s wrists to slide behind the monk’s back. He pulled the smaller man towards him, starting to suck gently across his chest and pulling his nipples into his mouth one at a time.

“Gods…” Miroku gasped, arching against him and suddenly wincing as his side twinged. Inuyasha pushed against him and laid him back on the pallet. He crouched over him as he continued to kiss his way down Miroku’s flat stomach, nibbling at the his bellybutton as his hands caressed along Miroku’s waist. Miroku’s eyes drifted shut, moaning at the feel of Inuyasha’s mouth, his hand that had slid underneath Miroku to press against the still clothed small of his back. His eyes flew open, however, as he hand beneath him suddenly lifted his hips up and the other quickly slid his hakama down his legs to toss to the side. Bringing his hand from behind Miroku’s back, the youkai spread his claws and sliced through Miroku’s fundoshi quickly as he grinned.

Suddenly finding himself nude and underneath Inuyasha, Miroku eeped.

“I-Inuyasha, this isn’t… That is, I h-have no desire to b-be naked right now!”

“That’s a shame, little one,” Inuyasha youkai said as his mouth moved closer to Miroku’s flushed face. “I thought you wished to know how you were claimed. And Ningen learn better when they’re shown. Don’t you recall?”

Miroku blushed vividly remembering the last time Inuyasha’s youkai had decided to ‘show’ him something.

“I-I’m not interested anymore!”

Inuyasha chuckled, bracing himself on his arms as he knelt over Miroku’s body. “You lie. I have seen how curious you are. You want to know. So I will show you.”

“No!”

Inuyasha paused, staring at him, and nodded. “You are right.”

Miroku sighed in relief.

“I would prefer another position.” Inuyasha youkai pushed himself up and an arm slid underneath Miroku’s shoulders and knees as he was scooped into the air and carefully settled sideways onto Inuyasha’s lap. It was very clear from the bulge underneath the monk that Inuyasha was already highly aroused.

“Inuyasha!” He caught the youkai staring down at his partially stiff member and covered it with his hands, embarrassed.

“Why do you hide yourself, little one?” Inuyasha youkai asked, smiling at him as his hand began to caress Miroku’s back.

“Because you’re watching me and it’s making me uncomfortable.” Miroku said, his blush still out in full force. “And would you please, please stop calling me little one.”

He managed to surprise Inuyasha and the hand against his back stopped moving. “Stop calling you little one? Why?”

“Why? Because I am not little!” Miroku felt idiotic arguing about some ridiculous pet name as he sat naked in Inuyasha’s arms, but he’d been wanting to confront Inuyasha about this for so long… he’d keep going.

Inuyasha chuckled. “Yes you are. You only come up to shoulder, little monk.”

“That’s because you’re practically a giant,” Miroku said, “not because I’m small.”

Inuyasha simply looked at him with an indulgent smile and Miroku found himself starting to grow angry. “Inuyasha, I’m serious. Tell me, honestly, didn’t you ever have another…lover…that was shorter than you?”

“Of course.”

“And did you ever call any of your other lovers ‘little?’ “

Inuyasha youkai’s smile widened. “No.”

“Well why do you insist on calling me that, then?” Miroku took a deep breath to control his temper as he could feel another chuckle rumbling in Inuyasha’s chest.

“I call you that because it…suits you.”

“Inuyasha, that’s ridicul-” he stopped as Inuyasha youkai leaned down to bring his face close to Miroku’s. The monk was suddenly acutely reminded of his own nudity as Inuyasha’s hand resumed sliding slowly across his back at the same time.

“The name suits you as much for your looks and personality as your size, Miroku. No other lover of mine has ever been quite as…cute.” Inuyasha said slowly.

Cute?

“That’s STILL ridiculous. What about the ronin! He looks just like me, Inuyasha.”

Scowling, Inuyasha shook his head. “He looks nothing like you. Not once a person takes even a moment to compare. And he’s much older than you, little one. Someday I’m sure you’ll develop your heavier set of muscles, but right now, you’re still a young man, Miroku.”

“Young…I’m the same age as the ronin! We’re the same person!” Inuyasha was sometimes so infuriating.

“I thought you said that you were 19,” Inuyasha youkai said.

“Yes.”

“The ronin is in his thirties.” Inuyasha said, smug at Miroku’s surprise. In his thirties? How in the world had THAT happened? “He may be the same height as you, but he is very different in looks. He has over a decade more experience in fighting and the muscles to show for it. Miroku, you’re still…”

“Yes?” Miroku said, his eyes narrow. If he called him little one more time…

“You’re simply young.” Inuyasha youkai brought his lips the last few inches so that his they brushed Miroku’s ear. “I know you are strong, and that you can fight, even if Inuyasha forgets this sometimes, but you are still slim and young and you will be that way for sometime, especially compared to myself. I am almost 200 years older than you, little monk,” Inuyasha licked the edge of his ear gently and Miroku felt himself harden a little more. He flushed at his own reaction and clamped his hands more tightly over his body, hiding it.

Inuyasha chuckled and licked him again, nuzzling the dark hair behind his ear. “As I said, you will always seem young to me, little one. Although at times like this, it is quite enjoyable. I truly love finding ways to make your skin flush so adorably.” Inuyasha said, his voice absolutely smug as he moved his arm out from underneath Miroku’s legs and placed it on his thigh, sliding it up and down across his skin.

Miroku felt himself continue blushing and cursed in his head. That conversation hadn’t gone at all as he’d hoped, he thought, disgruntled and still embarrassed. As Inuyasha’s hand on his back slid lower and started to rub against the upper half of his backside, Miroku stiffened. He took one of his hands away from groin coverage and reached behind him to push Inuyasha’s hand away, his eyes going wide when the youkai simply grasped the wrist of the offending arm in his palm and used his fingers to continue caressing, pulling Miroku’s arm along in his wake.

“Inuyasha, let go.” He ordered. When Inuyasha ignored him and continued to caress his bottom, his head starting to lick down lower where Miroku’s neck met his shoulder, Miroku shivered.

“I-Inuyasha, stop!” Miroku finally removed his other hand, exposing himself, and he reached up to push Inuyasha’s head away. The youkai twisted slightly to take one of Miroku’s fingers into his mouth instead, biting down on it gently but refusing to relinquish it once Miroku started to pull away. The monk felt a little trickle of panic, both his arms trapped as Inuyasha’s hand on his legs started moving higher towards his exposed groin. This, this was what he’d been worried about. This was what he’d had reservations about: Inuyasha could subdue him as easily as if he were a small child. Except the things he was obviously planning on doing had nothing whatsoever to do with childhood!

“Th-this is not amusing, Inuyasha,” he said, worried. “I thought you were going to sh-show me what happened when you, eh, claimed me. This isn’t…”

Inuyasha released his hand with a slow, seductive suction, chuckling again as Miroku immediately recovered his groin. “No, it isn’t. Thank you for reminding me.” Inuyasha sat up a bit straighter, looking at Miroku’s body carefully, and Miroku tried to ignore the full head-to-toe flush that now covered him. “You are a very, very pretty young man, Miroku.” He said, his hand at Miroku’s back sliding down until it pressed in between Miroku’s cheeks and started sliding lower. Miroku’s wrist was still trapped between two of the youkai’s fingers, and he could feel the cheeks of his own bottom against his fingers as his hand was pulled along.

Miroku jumped, trying to scoot forward, and swore as it gave him a little twinge around his wound. He almost jumped again as Inuyasha growled.

“Do not move.” Inuyasha ordered as he noticed Miroku’s pained flinch. “You are not fully healed yet.” He waited until Miroku was still before he continued moving his hand against Miroku’s bottom, that double sensation of feeling himself against his hand and feeling Inuyasha against his body making Miroku squirm.

“Stop it, Inuyasha.” Miroku whispered, trying to keep his voice from getting too high pitched.

“I don’t believe so. I still have to show you what occurred.” Inuyasha youkai purred, one free finger reached the small entrance to Miroku’s body and pressing against it slightly.

“N-no!” Miroku squeaked and bucked forward, crying out as his side pulled sharply, pain radiating out for a brief moment.

Inuyasha growled low. “Be still. You are hurting yourself!”

“You be still!” Miroku said, “ I mean, you move your hand away!” he could still feel Inuyasha’s finger pressed against him intimately and his face felt on fire.

“No.” Inuyasha youkai growled.

“Then I won’t stop moving!” Miroku twisted, his hand moving from his groin to shove at Inuyasha chest, and he tried not to cry out again. Damn side!

Inuyasha suddenly released Miroku’s other arm and his hand moved away from his bottom, retreating to his back. “I will stop.” He said harshly, and Miroku froze.

He’d done it? Inuyasha wouldn’t keep pushing him over this? He’d managed to stop him?

“You are not well enough to continue this if you move so rashly. You get your wish; I will stop, but Miroku… “ Inuyasha youkai looked at him seriously. “We will be continuing this as soon as you are well… and there will be a penalty, I think. I do not like stopping once I have started.”

Finish? Penalty?! Miroku swallowed, watching him warily to see if he was really not going to continue touching him. Inuyasha’s hands stayed in safe places, Miroku’s back and thigh, and the youkai nodded to himself as Miroku stayed where he was as well. He smiled ferally down at Miroku and the monk worried.

“Of course, you still need the answer to your question, little one.” He said, his voice low. “Speech does not teach as well as a…demonstration, but it may still prove enlightening.” Inuyasha’s voice dropped lower and he leaned down again slightly
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“Hmmm, I believe we have already taken care of your attire.” Inuyasha mused, and Miroku swore he could feel Inuyasha youkai running his eyes over his body again. “And we have kissed as we did that night, although I could always give you another example?”

Miroku shook his head, staring down at his hands, once again covering himself. He had a feeling he was going to need all the covering he could get at this point.

“You were quite beautiful,” the youkai said softly. “Naked and pale underneath me, willing to do whatever I asked…” his voice trailed off suggestively and Miroku took the bait.

“Wh-whatever you asked?” Miroku looked back up at his face nervously, feeling Inuyasha growing hard underneath him again. What had he asked??

“Mmmmm.” Inuyasha’s tongue flicked out to lick his upper lip. “I believe first you let me taste you.”

“Taste me?” Miroku bit his lip. He wasn’t going to ask. He was not going to give Inuyasha the satisfaction. But… “Taste me where?”

Inuyasha focused in on Miroku’s slightly dilated eyes. “Anywhere I wanted. Your lips, your smooth back, your sweet little ass, and we can’t forget your manhood. I took you in my mouth and you could hardly even speak, little monk. You truly do like oral, don’t you?”

Miroku swallowed. Did he? He didn’t think he could remember at this particular point. It sounded…good though. He remember Inuyasha doing that, the day they… He remembered it, and it HAD felt good. Oh Gods, it had felt really good, he thought, and mashed his hands down against himself, trying not to thrust at the feel of the pressure against his completely aroused body.

“I wish I could have spent more time on your body, but you were so eager, little one, you finished almost before I started.” Inuyasha youkai said, grinning lecherously as Miroku finally looked away from him to stare at the wall. “ I had you on your stomach, that perfect tight ass of yours in my hands as I entered you and…”

“I- I don’t really need to know anymore.” Miroku said hoarsely, trying desperately not to visualize what the youkai holding him was saying. Gods…

“But of course you do, little one.” Inuyasha said, his voice deep as he leaned toward Miroku just a bit more. “Otherwise I couldn’t tell you how I slid into your body and felt your muscles clench around me as you came. You were so ready for me that I didn’t even have time for another thrust.” He murmured, his hand leaving Miroku’s leg and reaching over to cup Miroku’s cheek in his palm, bringing Miroku’s face back to his own.

Miroku’s mouth went dry as he stared up into Inuyasha’s eyes. “You said w-we didn’t have sex,” he whispered. Had he lied to him??

“We didn’t,” Inuyasha youkai whispered back. He slowly drew his hand away from Miroku’s cheek, fingertips brushing across the monk’s skin as he did so, and wiggled his fingers slightly in front of Miroku’s face. “There’s more than one part of me that can bring you pleasure inside your body.”

Miroku flushed wildly. Was he trying to say that Inuyasha had put his… inside his… ? How in the world did that make them mates? “You…I…I don’t understand…”

“No?” Inuyasha’s eyebrow went up before he smiled wickedly. “I suppose I haven’t done it to you often enough, then. Are you sure you don’t want to stay still while we try it again and see if it’s easier to understand this time…”

“No! No, I’m fine. That is…I’m fine.”

Inuyasha chuckled.

“I just…how does that make us mates? That doesn’t sound any different from what we did...I mean.” Miroku asked. He was flustered, confused, aroused, and annoyed. Why did the stupid youkai have to SAY things this way?

“It’s the bite.” Inuyasha said. “I bit you that night, right…here.” His hand slid down and pinched Miroku gently high on his bottom, making him squeak, before sliding back up his back. “That creates the bond.”

“That makes us mates.” Miroku finished, wanting to be sure.

Inuyasha youkai nodded.

“And this is…forever? Are you certain? I can’t believe you would decide to do something like this…” How could he do this to him? Miroku didn’t even know what his feelings were for the hanyou; how could he do this??

“I would, and I did.” Inuyasha youkai said calmly. “I claimed you for my own, and now everything is as it should be. You are mine, and you will remain mine, little one.”

“Will you stop calling me little one!” Miroku said, and the youkai simply laughed.

“No, I most certainly will not. You had best start getting used to it. You’ll be hearing it for quite some time.”

Miroku brought his hands up and buried his face in them, ignoring the hard bulge once again under his bottom, the hand on his naked back, the air caressing his naked body.

Gods, this was going to take some getting used to.