The Other Side of Kazaana

NEW A/N - 4/12/07
Well, this just totally sucks. Computer is still usted, and insurance won't replace, just repair. Which is gonna take freaking forever!!! So, I can't work on this story very well until I get it back. I'll try, but it's just pretty darn difficult to do without my laptop.


So...please accept this offering as a token of my thanks for all my loyal readers and reviewers. I dug out my one sci-fi yaoi romance I've been working on and put it up in the original story site. As I am a huge fantasy and sci-fi fan, a huge kemonomimi fan (ya know, ears and tails and such stuck on people), well...my stories tend to have some elements in them that 'might' appeal to Inuyasha fans. I know, it ain't Inuyasha, but it's all I got right now! *ducks and hides*

'The Last Pure Human' at adultfanfiction, original story section.

The next time you see this updated, it should be a new chapter!!!

A/N And thank you for the reviews! Especially the most recent. I’ve been working on this one in smaller spurts with the 3 am stuff, but the last review gave me the little kick in the butt to finish it off! I’m leaving what was going to end it as the beginning for next chapter, just so I can put it up.:-) Like everything right now, editing isn’t top notch, but I’m hoping you can forgive me for that, too!

Also, this chapter literally starts the instant the last ‘story’ chapter ends, so if you don’t remember what was happening, you may want to go back and read that!

Oh, and one last thing…LEMON warning! Yeaaaaa. Poor ‘Uke’ story didn’t have anything yet, so we had to have someone, somewhere, get something, right??


Chapter 17 - Miroku Seduced

Miroku took a moment to simply breath deeply, keeping his face firmly in his palms. That was it, breath in and out and perhaps it would allow his body to forget about the male hands holding him, and the male member under him. He could feel the muscles in Inuyasha’s legs shift slightly under his own, the soft cloth rubbing against him intimately in a way that made his thighs and bottom buzz with sensation. Gods, he couldn’t calm down!

“If you are only going to-- Well damn.” Youkai Inuyasha said suddenly, and he stiffened as his hands clutched Miroku convulsively.

“Inuyasha?” Miroku let his face leave the dark safety of his hands and he looked up to see amber drip into Inuyasha’s eyes until the crimson disappeared.

Inuyasha greeted his newfound control of his body with all the joy it deserved. “That dick challenged ASSHOLE! I can’t believe he fucking…that’s twice! TWICE! He never gives me a chance to start ANYTHING, that scum-licking, ball-eating, goat fucker! If he thinks that I…”

Miroku jumped at the first loud exclamation, but as Inuyasha went on, he started to bite his lip. It was funny. It was actually funny. He was completely nude, seated on his -–mate’s?—lap, and instead of trying to raise his awareness of their physical proximity, or seduce him, the first thing Inuyasha did was start cursing himself.

It was nice to know that even as things were changing, Inuyasha’s temper wasn’t one of them.

He cleared his throat. “Eh, Inuyasha, if you’re done castigating your other half, would you mind letting me down now?” he asked softly, wriggling a bit to try and get out of Inuyasha’s grip.

Inuyasha halted his tirade immediately and looked down at Miroku, staring at him in a way that made his skin flush. Miroku squirmed uncomfortably, reminded rather rapidly of the body underneath him as his thighs and bottom shifted against rough fabric over hard thighs. The hanyou smiled down at him, his lips twisting in ways that reminded Miroku of where on his body those lips had been before, and Miroku swallowed.

“Inuyasha? Did you hear me? Now that you’ve…regained a bit more control, I still have some questions. You can let me down and we can talk.”

Calloused fingers moved lightly against his nude back, smoothing it in waving lines as Inuyasha continued to smile, his eyes never leaving Miroku’s. Miroku felt heat sliding along his spine to curl around his dick.

“We’ll talk later.” Miroku swallowed, blood rushing in his ears as Inuyasha leaned forward.

“I-Inuyasha, you said you would stop.” He whispered as he looked up at him, mesmerized by the slender masculine face coming towards him. Inuyasha was honestly beautiful.

“No, I didn’t.” Inuyasha whispered back, his head descending steadily. “That was the asshole. You and I haven’t made any agreements yet.”

Miroku flushed, pressing away from Inuyasha slightly and restrained by the hand against his back. He watched at Inuyasha drew closer, feeling his body shift underneath him, his breath blowing softly against Miroku’s face with the faint scent of mint tea. He should really move away again, Miroku thought faintly, distracted by the hot feel of Inuyasha’s hand still caressing his spine. He needed to get Inuyasha to make the same promise to stop until Miroku had some time to think. Inuyasha moved so slowly, though. Surely that meant he wasn’t feeling as aggressive as he had been, didn’t it? He was just going to kiss him, Miroku thought as he stared up into Inuyasha’s eyes.

And he kissed really well. He could give him a few minutes for just a kiss, couldn’t he? Miroku swallowed, his blood buzzing at the thought, but comforted by Inuyasha’s slow movement. Considering that his youkai had stopped when he asked, Inuyasha would surely stop as well, wouldn’t he? It would be safe to taste him again for a minute or two.

As Inuyasha’s mouth touched his, his hand smoothed up Miroku’s back to cup the back of his head gently as the hanyou carefully dipped his tongue between Miroku’s lips. Miroku sighed, his breath trembling as Inuyasha teased him with a soft back and forth brush of his tongue. He could feel the coolness against his mouth where Inuyasha moved his tongue away, the air drying the glistening moisture from his lips only moments before the hanyou covered them again. By the time Inuyasha fully invaded Miroku’s mouth with his tongue, the monk was sitting half-dazed, his hands laying limply in his lap as he let himself be slowly seduced by his mate’s mouth.

When Inuyasha drew his mouth away, Miroku whimpered and lifted his arms to pull him back, and sucked in a painful breath as his upraised arm pulled painfully at his side…again.

Inuyasha stopped. “Shit. I’m an idiot. You stay in this position, you’re going to hurt yourself..” He lifted Miroku quickly off his lap and lay him down on their pallet, looking at the rags that had once been his fundoshi and grinned mischievously. “Guess you’re gonna need a new one of those.”

“Inuyasha…” The soft warmth from the kiss was already dissipating and Miroku looked up at Inuyasha’s kneeling body, doubting. He really didn’t think he was ready for this yet. Maybe in a little while, but he still didn’t—

“It’s all right. I can do this without hurting you.” Inuyasha said, quickly disrobing before Miroku had a chance to object. He knelt and straddled Miroku’s feet, leaning over him until his elbows rested on either side of Miroku’s hips and his face was moments from Miroku’s half-aroused penis.

“Inuyasha, this is too fast.” Miroku said, sucking in his breath as Inuyasha open mouth kissed the head of his erection. “Aaaah. Inuyasha, I mean it!” Miroku slumped back onto the pallet and groaned at the moist suction from Inuyasha’s mouth, the monk’s hands clenching the cloth beneath him.

“Mmmm, I know you do.” Inuyasha said as he released him, his eyes moving over the curling hair and smooth shaft in front of him. “You just don’t know what’s good for you yet.” He murmured, and took Miroku into his mouth again, swallowing his erection slowly until it disappeared completely between his lips. Inuyasha let his tongue press vertical stripes along the shaft of Miroku’s penis and Miroku groaned, forgetting what he was going to say and thrusting in small jerks until Inuyasha carefully place one hand on his hips and the other gently over the wound on his side.

“You shouldn’t move, little one. Let me do the moving for you this time.” Inuyasha said as he removed his mouth. Miroku whimpered at the loss of contact. “I should have told you about this earlier. I know I should have told you we were mates earlier. I know that you want more time, Miroku, but we shouldn’t wait. We’ve only mated once! In almost a month, we’ve only mated one time, and my youkai is just going to get stronger and more aggressive about this the longer we wait.”

Miroku looked at him with dazed eyes and Inuyasha smiled at the confused look on his mate’s face. As usual, a minute of attention to his cock had Miroku headed towards complete, sensual immersion. Inuyasha’s tongue slipped out to casually lick the head of Miroku’s penis, smiling as it made the erection twitch. “And besides,” he purred. “You’ll really, really like it. And so will I.” He took Miroku’s cock in his mouth again and lowered his head over it, starting to move slowly up and down, sucking, his tongue making patterns against the hot, silky skin.

Miroku forgot to protest. He forgot that he thought this was too fast. He forgot his own name as his entire being focused down to the amazing feeling of Inuyasha’s mouth enclosing him in wet warmth that tightened and squeezed and, oh gods, moved over him. He wanted him to keep sucking and licking and kissing and…ohhhhh, yes.

Inuyasha reached into the pile of his clothing, leaving Miroku’s body unattended a moment, and retrieved his little bottle. His arms and knees pushed up so he could carefully spread Miroku’s legs apart and kneel in between them. Gentle hands pushed up from underneath Miroku’s knees until his legs were slightly bent and Inuyasha rested on his elbow between them. Inuyasha’s member stiffened at seeing Miroku laying in front of him, completely open as the hanyou stared as his manhood and the small, pink star of his rear entrance. Miroku’s face and body were flushed, his breath coming in small pants that hitched as Inuyasha began kneading his ass with one hand, an oiled finger from his other hand sliding in. Inuyasha played a little, smoothing his fingers across the muscular cheeks of his lover’s ass as he moved inside of him.

“Ah ah ah aaaaaaah. Inuyashaaa.” Miroku’s breathing was harsh, panting gasps as Inuyasha slipped in another finger, still moving his hand carefully in and out, stretching Miroku with slow strokes as he watched avidly. His fingers were sliding in easily, rubbing against the little spot inside the little one until Miroku looked close to orgasm, and then they were removed. Miroku whimpered softly, his hands still clutching the pallet beneath him.

“I know.” Inuyasha murmured as he moved further up Miroku’s body. “You are so beautiful, Miroku.” Inuyasha looked down at Miroku’s body, slightly flushed everywhere, his cheeks, his lips, his nipples. His penis erect and throbbing as the muscles under his milky skin flexed. “Gods, I can’t believe you’re really mine.” Inuyasha whispered, bringing his lips down to Miroku’s again, kissing him fiercely as he supported himself on his hands.

When Miroku started to reach for him again, he drew back and gently redirected the monk’s grip back to the cloth under him.

“Not today, Miroku. You could hurt yourself. Just keep your hands here.” Inuyasha drew back so that he knelt between Miroku’s open legs, admiring his mate’s pale body. Breathing in the fantastic scent of Miroku aroused, he reached down and slid his hands underneath Miroku’s bottom as the monk stared into Inuyasha’s eyes. It felt so good. Hot and silky skin that tightened at the contact with Inuyasha’s rougher skin.


”Nnnnnnnn.” Miroku couldn’t speak as Inuyasha slowly entered his body, the hanyou’s firm grip on his mate’s bottom and hips keeping him open and angled slightly for penetration.

Miroku moaned, his breath catching rhythmically as Inuyasha withdrew just as slowly before returning to the warmth of Miroku’s body. His hands clutched desperately at the bedding as the thick length slid against the inside of him, little chain reactions of pleasure striking out from the spot to zing him electrically around his body.

Inuyasha stared down at him, his hands sliding up from Miroku’s bottom to clamp onto the sides of his hips as he leaned over his body. “You’re so good. Damn, you’re still so damn tight, I can feel you all the way to my…aaaaah” Inuyasha moaned as Miroku’s muscles gripped him more tightly. His hips increased their pace, sliding into Miroku with more force, carefully keeping him as still as possible as the hanyou moved his hips. Inuyasha watched his body sink into Miroku’s slickly, hearing his mate’s erotic little gasps with each thrust and he shoved in almost violently, wringing a stunned wailing cry from Miroku as he quivered suddenly and orgasmed before he knew what hit him. Pale white semen poured over his body as he sobbed softly and Inuyasha thrust into him again, slamming his hips home only a handful of times before collapsing after his own, softly howled finish.

Inuyasha kept himself off of Miroku as he panted over him, trying not to lay on Miroku’s wound, and started to smile. His mate felt so fucking good. He was so slim and responsive and sexy and so fucking cute it was unreal. And so tight, he thought, leaving himself inside as long as he could, savoring the sensation of being sheathed inside Miroku’s body. He closed his eyes, just inhaling the sent of Miroku’s seed and softly fading arousal. He was so damn glad they’d done this. So fucking glad.

Even if Miroku was probably going to be so fucking pissed, Inuyasha thought, wincing as he continued to hover over the little monk. So, Miroku had pretty much said that he wasn’t ready, and Inuyasha had rather forced the issue. Not that he didn’t think Miroku hadn’t enjoyed it a lot after just a minute., but Inuyasha might have to placate his mate with some serious apologies. Serious sounding, anyway. He couldn’t say he was sorry he’d done it: they needed this intimacy. Especially after the false-intimacy of Ronin and Miroku, they needed this connection. It was important, and if it went missing for too long, it made him edgy, and it made Miroku edgy because he was unused to the physical touching that should be commonplace between them now, even if it wasn’t yet.

Sighing, he finally took a deep breath and looked up at Miroku, ready to confront whatever he saw in his mate’s eyes, and found the little monk fast asleep, completely spent. Inuyasha smiled at the half-open mouth, sweat slicked hair, and fluid covered stomach. Miroku lay bonelessly, his hands relaxed next to him. Inuyasha leaned down to lick him lightly across his chest, savoring the sleek feeling of his skin. He tasted more salty than bitter and Inuyasha smiled as Miroku stirred slightly at the touch of Inuyasha’s mouth. He reached up to caress the side of Miroku’s face. His mate stirred again, pressing his cheek into Inuyasha’s palm with a sigh, and Inuyasha held it there for a moment, amazed at the quiet, contented feeling he got from the small touch.

So. Damn. Cute.

It didn’t take him long to grab a small cloth and dip it in the water bucket they had started keeping in the room for Miroku, washing himself off and then taking the cloth to Miroku to do the same. His little mate didn’t do more than sigh deeply and roll to the side. He retrieved a rumpled blanket from the foot of the pallet and gently laid it over Miroku, sighing in satisfaction. It felt good to see Miroku worn out from pleasure, instead of the general fatigue of the slow healing that he’d been prone to lately.

“Have a good nap, little one,” he whispered, kissing him carefully on the forehead and brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. He turned and left, grinning happily.

Today was a good day.


Before Miroku’s brain was fully cognizant of anything surrounding him, it recognized the familiar sated, languorous feeling his body acquired after good sex. His brow furrowed. Why would he be feeling like he’d just had--

He blinked open, staring up at Kaede’s ceiling and felt his face tingling fiercely as he blushed. He’d had sex with Inuyasha. Again. Breathing hard, he slowly sat up, pressing his hand to his face in embarrassment. Well, there went a lot of soul searching out the window. Truly, he had finally almost come to a conclusion about his relationship with Inuyasha, and whether or not to have a physical relationship with him, only to find out that it wasn’t his choice to make any more. The choice had been made when he wasn’t even in full control of his faculties. And consummated, again, by the hanyou who didn’t seem as concerned about his mental reservations as he was about his health.

Inuyasha had just run roughshod over his wishes on the sexual side of their relationship. He’d renewed one of Miroku’s main worries over a relationship between them at the same time: Miroku’s status as the ‘pursued.’ Inuyasha definitely had more experience, he thought, disgruntled. He’d wondered how that translated into the physical side of things, and now he knew: Inuyasha was quite capable of seducing him with minimal effort. And what he couldn’t seduce in the first few minutes, he was physically capable of acquiring by the simply expedient of holding Miroku down and wringing a response from him while he was pinned.

Miroku flushed again, his thoughts running over what had just been done to him…with his full enjoyment, if he were honest. Inuyasha made everything feel…fantastic. Miroku frowned, biting his lip at the same time, trying to work it out in his head.

Inuyasha had claimed him in a permanent bond. He was going to have to figure out exactly how he felt about that, as soon as he had time to think. And Inuyasha still had some explaining to do, ‘claiming’ Miroku while he was drunk and loopy. And the sex…

What was he going to do about the sexual part of this? He flushed as the feel of the blanket against his naked skin emphasized his currently unclothed state. Inuyasha obviously felt that sex was an integral part of this relationship. Could Miroku deal with that? Was he going to be able to live with that physical of a relationship, that quickly? He swallowed; was he going to be allowed a choice? So far, Inuyasha had been very dominant in their two sexual encounters; he didn’t seem very good at taking no for an answer. What was he going to do about that? And even if he accepted the change, what was he going to do about the fact that Inuyasha always took the dominant position? After all, the hanyou might be an accomplished seducer, but Miroku was not without his own skills. He wanted a bit of time to accept this, to really think about it in his head, but if he was truly stuck with this? He needed to be thinking of a way to get at least a little control back in the bedroom.

Inuyasha shouldn’t get all the fun, Miroku thought suddenly, grinning as he imagined grabbing the hanyou’s buns. He still flushed, as he couldn’t’ quite imagine doing it in public yet, but after he had adjusted to the idea, maybe…

“You feeling happier now, then?” a small voice asked from across the room, and Miroku jumped.

“WHA-! “ he stared, and finally located Shippou, sitting against the wall holding a small top as he stared at Miroku. “Shippou, gods, you scared me!”

Miroku felt himself blush hotly. “H-How long have you been sitting there?” Had the kitsune been there when he and Inuyasha had-?!

“Kouga let me come over once you were all done, so I’ve been here since just after you fell asleep.”

“Once I was all done?” Oh please don’t let that mean what I think it means.

“Yeah, you know, when you and Inuyasha were all done making noise and stuff. You seem a lot less upset now.” Shippou smiled shyly and Miroku gave him a weak smile in return. He’d heard them. Shippou had heard them. And Kouga had heard them. Damn, probably even the villagers had heard them.

He would really, really like to stop blushing soon, but he wasn’t sure that was going to be physically possible for at least a week.

“Inuyasha told me about how you got too hot. Are you feeling better now?”

“T-too hot?”

“Uh huh. He said you were all heated up and he had to make sure you took off your clothes so he could make it all better.”

Miroku bit his lower lip, looking down at his nude body to confirm that it was still covered, and trying to think of the quickest way to kill a hanyou.

“So, did he? Are you all better now?”

Groaning under his breath, Miroku nodded. “I’m fine. I feel a lot less…hot…now.” Except possibly my face.

“Can we go out and get some food, then? I’m really hungry.”

Miroku shook himself out of his embarrassment. “Of course. You didn’t have to skip food for me, Shippou.”

Shippou looked at him and smiled slightly again. His young voice was serious and proud. “I promised to protect you from the Ronin,” he said. “So I have to stay near. It’s my job now.”

Miroku smiled inside. It was nice to see the little one smiling. If all it took was staying a bit closer to Miroku for a while, then that’s what it would be. “I guess it is.”