Interest

A/N And the last for today, phew!

Summary: About to go for it, muahahaha.
Theme: Rocks

All the following warnings MAY apply to all chapters, but WILL apply at sometime in the story: MPREG, anal, oral, humor, N/C, H/C, hand job, blow job, WAFF, M/M, Rim, Spanking (mild)


Chapter 16 - Rocks

Miroku whined deep in his throat as Inuyasha’s length sank into his body. The blood pooling in his head was making it hard to think, what with the rest of his blood pooling somewhere else entirely, but he tried to figure out how to stop this sexual fiasco. Trapped face-down over an egg-shaped boulder, he couldn’t do a damn thing about whatever Inuyasha wanted to do to him, however.

Like every time he came after Miroku these days, dammit. Tonight was supposed to be different!

If only Miroku could get some traction, he might have a chance, but the warm, water-smoothed surface underneath gave no grip whatsoever. And Inuyasha had made sure that Miroku’s ass was presented like some erotic offering. His backside was aimed right at the starlit sky, on the damn rock’s highest point. It was so embarrassing Miroku knew he’d be bright red even if his head weren’t so low it was nearly hanging in the water.

Inuyasha thrust again, making him cry out hoarsely. Miroku pushed on the slippery stone again while his inner thighs quivered helplessly against Inuyasha’s hips. This position shouldn’t even be possible!

Except for a youkai. As soon as Inuyasha had jumped them both up, he’d dug his claws into the stone to cling to the peak as he took him. Stubborn, stupid, baby-obsessed, sex fiend of a-

Inuyasha pulled out, leaving only the head of his shaft inside, and Miroku tried to push up frantically. If he could slide off the boulder into the water, maybe he could get away for long enough for Inuyasha to get over this and –

Miroku’s arms gave out as his ass was penetrated again, hard.

His vision blurred. It stung like mad, but the dark heat it fired in his belly made it into something completely different. How could Inuyasha always do this? Miroku couldn’t let him do this: make him writhe mindlessly until he came. He had to think, or this was all for nothing! Swallowing the next moan, Miroku tried to gather his thoughts. Inuyasha hadn’t come yet; there was still time to stop this, if Miroku could just talk to him. Bring Inuyasha back from wherever he went when he got like this.

“Inuya-ohhhhhh.” Another deep thrust, as Inuyasha changed the angle of his body, made Miroku’s arms tremble so badly he lost his grip and face planted on the stone hard enough to bruise.

“Ow.”

Inuyasha rumbled deep in his throat, one hand coming out to rub gently over Miroku’s back as his hips continued moving. The soft touch had Miroku shivering almost as much as the constant, deep pressure. Miroku started trembling, his body on the edge of a world-altering convulsion. Every time Inuyasha thrust in, he slammed into that amazing pleasure point inside, and it was…too much.

“Oh gods. Buddha and all his blessings and – oh gods.” Miroku’s voice failed him and devolved into wordless puffs of sound in time with Inuyasha’s hips. The pressure against his ass felt like it might be the only thing keeping him from falling into some abyss that he knew would be the end of everything. Of something. He couldn’t think clearly, but his mind was screaming at him: if he didn’t stop it soon, then it was all for nothing. This – what was it again? - would never work if they didn’t stop.

Another thrust wiped even that thought away as his body tried to go over the threshold and come, and couldn’t quite do it.

“Inuyasha! Please, we nee- Oh Buddha save me.”

Inuyasha’s pace picked up, and Miroku’s body did the same, waves of painful pleasure building inside. He could hear harsh grunting and growls above him, mixed with his own loud, panting moans. He could feel his body ready – too ready to stop. He was going to come whether he wanted to or not, and he DID want it. He just wanted, he wished…

Inuyasha slammed in, hard, and Miroku’s body finally released while he cried out. Rocking as Inuyasha continued to pump in, he couldn’t stop. The orgasm kept going and going, shaking his body uncontrollably until Inuyasha snarled into his ear and came.

It was like that was what he had needed, that feeling of Inuyasha growing soft inside of him, against his back. A heavy weight pressing him against the rock while he struggled to breathe. His body finally spent itself completely and let him collapse in a melted heap on the stone.

Lying there, as aches began to make themselves known, Miroku tried to make his mind work again. It was so dark, he thought, and realized he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. In a daze, he tried to pry his lids apart as his body felt more tired than after an all day fight. He’d gotten so little sleep the night before, he would love to just fall asleep, right now.

Except Inuyasha wasn’t going to let him; he knew that. As more of his surroundings filtered through his exhausted mind, he realized just how screwed he actually was. His lungs struggled to breathe and keep in a growl of frustration.

Inuyasha might view it as a threat, and he really couldn’t deal with being taken any more violently right now. Inuyasha had really taken him hard this time; Miroku was feeling a deep, deep throbbing inside.

But Inuyasha was also…pulling out?

Miroku turned his head wearily to look at him over his shoulder. An ember of hope burned low in his belly when he realized Inuyasha wasn’t taking him again, not right away. Had it worked, even without doing things before Inuyasha lost himself to his youkai?

Inuyasha nuzzled Miroku’s back, licking at it lightly while Miroku shivered. How his friend could make him feel something like that with one wet touch boggled the mind. Miroku could only think his rebellious body had been trained to respond, after so many days of forced sensual contact. Especially when there was pleasure every time.

His libido was a traitorous bastard.

He yelped as Inuyasha turned him, scooped him up, and hopped further up the rocks on the side of the pool at the same time. With an odd, repetitive growling, the youkai settled himself cross-legged on the stone. Miroku ended up settled in his lap. Splayed over Inuyasha’s legs, he watched him fearfully. What was he doing now?

Inuyasha’s eyes were still red, his face striped. But… he wasn’t as focused as Miroku usually saw. There was something in how his body was poised that didn’t scream ‘sexual predator,’ not like it usually did. Had their plan worked, even with Inuyasha turned youkai?

He seemed rather soft, Miroku thought hopefully, and then Inuyasha began nuzzling at his hair. Miroku held himself still as he felt Inuyasha inhaling deeply. Was Inuyasha noticing the pregnant youkai’s scents in the air? There was no way a woman would be pregnant this quickly, but that didn’t mean the youkai was a thinking beast that would understand that. Sango hadn’t thought so, anyway.

Inuyasha’s mouth and nose moved down Miroku’s body as he lifted him up, cradling him high while he began to lick delicately down his chest, along his abdomen. Miroku squirmed, trying not to interrupt, noticing the strong, musky scent of Inuyasha’s release surrounding him at the same time. It looked like it might be working! Maybe- maybe it didn’t matter that he’d lost control first. Inuyasha wasn’t taking Miroku again, he wasn’t lying down to sleep, he was…investigating.

Miorku nearly yelped again as Inuyasha moved slightly, plonking Miorku’s head on his lap while he used both arms to lift Miroku’s hips up higher. Miroku couldn’t help his breathing coming quicker when Inuyasha moved his face down to his groin, Inuyasha’s tongue moving across his cock and balls, nuzzling between Miroku’s legs.

Miroku heard a little whuff as his cock started to respond, and when Inuyasha looked at him, those blank eyes seemed almost happy at his reaction. Miroku flushed; there was something rather possessive about that stare. His belly fluttered oddly at seeing it.

But then his hips were lowered and Inuyasha breathed in again. The youkai frowned. His head swiveled slowly back and forth as he scented the air, and then he yanked up on Miroku’s hips again and began nuzzling roughly at them, pulling until Miroku’s legs were curled over his head while his friend investigated his ass.

“Inuyasha, please, stop. It- it’s all right. We’re done. It worked, see? I’m p-p-pregnant!” Miroku choked, too worried over Inuyasha’s growing agitation to care what he was saying, merely hoping that it sank in somehow to Inuyasha’s head. It was hard to breathe when he was bent nearly in two. “We- we can rest now.”

It was even harder to talk, upside down, especially when Inuyasha started growling against the entrance to his ass in between licking it.

Dear Buddha Inuyasha was good at that.

“Ahh, Inu-“ His breath choked in his throat as Inuyasha growled low. His friend dropped his ass back into his lap, scooped him up, and jumped the both of them down to the pool below. Miroku tried to squirm his way out of Inuyasha’s arms and ended up face down on the same, damn rock. His head dropped painfully against the stone as Inuyasha climbed up behind him and started licking at his backside.

“No! Oh no. No, no, I wanted this to work! Inuyasha, you can’t- Not again! Please, I-“

Inuyasha reached under and grabbed his cock, squeezing, and Miroku moaned suddenly. His ass tightened to push his staff against Inuyasha’s grip.

“Mine.” Inuyasha growled, licking again.

Miroku was almost too busy moaning, and cursing, to hear him.