Interest

A/N And a two for one update today, again. Because I enjoy the following chapter too much to hold onto it. Miroku truly deserves to be someone's cute little bottom, I swear.

Summary: It’s finally over…?
Theme: Spank

All the following warnings MAY apply to all chapters, but WILL apply at sometime in the story (and I bet the title clues you in as to what applies to THIS chapter, heh): MPREG, anal, oral, humor, N/C, H/C, hand job, blow job, WAFF, M/M, Rim, Spanking (mild)


Chapter 18 - Spank

Miroku had never realized before what a thin line there was between comfort and terror.

Comfort was waking up with the sun warm against his naked stomach and Inuyasha a molten heat against his back. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air, still – a familiar scent that Miroku never failed to associate with good things. The arm around his body was a heavier weight than the expected feminine appendage, but that, too, was oddly comforting. Even the hips cradling his backside felt right, somehow.

Comforting…until Inuyasha’s hand tightened around his waist. The softness that had cradled Miroku’s ass shifted, and hardened. As the tips of claws danced across Miroku’s stomach, comfort jumped the line and almost instantly changed to terror.

If Miroku rolled over, would he find a golden or crimson gaze to meet his own? His heart beat in his chest with a hard pounding that almost hurt as much as the ache radiating from his abused behind.

Relief that it was over should have spread over him like a warm blanket, and instead, he couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it was done. There had been the glow, but Inuyasha had been after him now for so long. Was the obsessed interest over? No more clawing, biting, rough, breath-stealing sex?

No more – he bit his lip - sex?

His heart beat harder. He wanted Inuyasha’s eyes to be golden. He had no interest in the nightly abuse of his person. So why was the terror not completely overcoming the comforting sting of Inuyasha’s claws as they teased over his flesh?

“Mmmm, you smell fantastic, Miroku,” Inuyasha murmured into his ear, rubbing his cheek over the back of Miroku’s head.

Miroku’s breath shuddered in his lungs and he jabbed his elbow back into Inuyasha’s stomach. He rolled away from him to sit up as Inuyasha grunted in pain.

“Have the decency to let me know whether you are still possessed by your youkai next time.” He was furious and frustrated both, and the combination made him more irritable than even Inuyasha’s stupidity could usually produce.

Inuyasha stared at him, rubbing the welt on his stomach from Miroku’s jab, and his ears fell as he took in Miroku’s bruises. “Shit, Miroku, you look like a herd of oxen ran you over,” he whispered, reaching out to touch one of the bruises at Miroku’s hip. He drew his hand back almost instantly. “It didn’t work like we hoped, did it? You’re not safe yet…”

Miroku was tempted, for the briefest moment, to lie and make Inuyasha suffer for the bruises Miroku was going to have to suffer through today. But…no.

Inuyasha had far too many bruises on the inside to add to them that way.

“You have nothing to fear. Sango’s speculation was correct, Inuyasha. Your youkai should have no more interest in me.”

Inuyasha leaned back and stared into his eyes. “Then why are you so worked over, houshi?”

“It took longer than we’d hoped.” Longer than Miroku had dreaded in his worst nightmares. “We…that is, you… it took a number of…sessions… before your youkai was convinced I was breeding.” Miroku choked a bit on the last word. He had a feeling he’d choke on that word for a number of years to come, considering what had happened.

Inuyasha cursed, reaching out again and brushing the bangs from Miroku’s eyes. Miroku hadn’t even realized he’d been hiding his gaze until then. “You sure my youkai was fooled?”

“Of course I’m certain.”

“How come? What’d I do?” Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed. “Spill it, monk. What happened?”

Miroku could feel himself flush as he thought of all Inuyasha had done to him. The intercourse, the licking and inspection afterwards, the repeated orgasms - the sexually explicit details weren’t something Miroku was prepared to share. The jewel would have to be enough. “It wasn’t so much what you did, Inuyasha, as what happened. Kagome’s wish helped us.”

Ears flattening at Kagome’s name, Inuyasha closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. It was all Miroku could do not to reach out to him. Even the thought of Kagome was something that was still difficult for Inuyasha to hear, he knew that. He should have given the sexual details and left out the jewel.

“We glowed, did we?” Inuyasha’s voice came out hoarsely, hardly discernable over the bubbling of the water and the birdsong from the nearby trees.

Miroku simply nodded and gave into his impulse. He laid a hand on Inuyasha’s naked thigh, stroking it softly. “I think she saved us.”

There was a short, barked laugh. “Yeah, she always did that, didn’t she? Had to be all sappy and shit and make that damn, stupid-ass wish.”

Miroku swallowed the lump in his throat. Inuyasha always disparaged her when it hurt the most. “Well I, for one, am quite happy to benefit from her compassion.” Inuyasha didn’t say anything. “And so is my ass.”

That got a small chuckle, as Miroku had hoped, and this time with actual humor. Inuyasha stood, dragging Miroku with him as he turned to the spring. “C’mon, monk, enough talking. We need to get you clean. You reek…” Inuyasha sniffed again and moved in closer to Miroku’s body. “Actually, you reek like the pool. You smell just like a breeding bitch.”

Miroku couldn’t stop the tide of color rushing over his cheeks. He pulled his hand free and limped to the water on his own. “That was the point, wasn’t it?” he muttered. It wasn’t as though he preferred smelling like a female. More than one woman had commented on the pleasantly masculine scent that Miroku usually had.

Inuyasha chuckled and followed behind him. “Yeah, I guess it was. Just didn’t expect it to get so stuck on you. Figured it would just be hard to smell your normal scent through all this youkai scent, but…man, you really stink like you’re breeding.”

Miroku stepped into the springs and didn’t respond. What was one to say to that? Any comparisons of a man to a pregnant woman were simply not flattering, and he found no way to respond to them without seeming childishly concerned about his own wants.

Which truly paled beside his actual ‘needs,’ like the need not to be taken again tonight. He could tolerate smelling like this for the rest of his life, if it kept him safe.

With a sigh, he sank into the hot water and carefully washed the dirt and Inuyasha’s seed from his body. Inuyasha watched him, but he didn’t offer to help. Miroku was quite grateful for his restraint; he could see Inuyasha had thought about it, but Miroku couldn’t stop tensing as the hanyou stepped near, so his friend said nothing and cleansed his body silently.

By the time they were out, Miroku was hungry, but his bruises and abrasions weren’t aching quite as much. Hardly at all, in fact. The pain in his ass had already started to fade, and his skin was feeling less bruised than before he’d entered the water. What exactly was in this water? If he wasn’t hallucinating, he thought it might very well have healing properties. He’d have to remember that for another day, if he could ever come use it again.

“I cannot wait to get back and get some real food from Sango.” he murmured, picking up the rags of his kesa to see what he could salvage for modesty’s sake. The irony of trying to preserve his own modesty, after what he’d done and what had been done to him in this life, was not lost on him.

“You’re not planning to go back, are you?”

“Of course I am. It’s done now, Inuyasha. There should be no problem returning.”

Inuyasha frowned as he started dressing himself. He made a disgusted sound as Miroku tried again to find enough scraps to cover himself and tossed his suikan at Miroku. “We don’t know for sure if it worked. We should stay another couple nights so your body doesn’t loose the scent.”

“Don’t over-dramatize this. We’ll be fine.” Miroku had absolute faith that the jewel had fixed this. Well, perhaps not absolute faith, but with Inuyasha’s return to normalcy combined with the jewel, his faith was high.

There would be no problems. And he wanted a soft fur and full meal, besides.

“Miroku. We’re staying here.” Inuyasha glared at him sternly and Miroku glared right back, wrapping the suikan around himself.

“No, we are not.”

Inuyasha growled and stepped into Miroku’s space. “Yeah, we fuckin’ are. I’m not risking screwing this up, houshi. Now you’re gonna stay here and wait for me ‘til I get us somethin’ to eat. There’s rabbits around here somewhere – they smell almost as strongly as you do. I’ll catch a couple and we’ll eat and then we’ll stay the night. Maybe we’ll go back tomorrow.”

Miroku wanted to argue again, but he held his tongue. He knew Inuyasha in this mood; they’d be arguing for hours if Miroku stood his ground. So he did what came naturally: he lied.

“If you feel so strongly about this, I suppose I could stand to stay one more day. Just so long as we have something to eat.” It shouldn’t take too long to wait for Inuyasha to leave and then make his way back to Kouga’s. Sango would support his decision to stay, and then Inuyasha would back down.

Or at least he’d grump and yell and carry on, and then he’d give in to the inevitable and they’d stay somewhere more comfortable tonight.

Inuyasha stared at him carefully before he snorted. “You are such a damn liar. You’re comin’ with me. I don’t trust you on your own, houshi.” Miroku grumbled under his breath and then yelped as Inuyasha suddenly picked him up like a child. “Don’t want you hurting yourself, not with the condition you’re in. Don’t worry. It shouldn’t take too long. Long as you can shut up while I’m hunting.”

Miroku sighed. So much for sneaking away. He tried to remind himself that it was almost over. Just this one night – if he couldn’t persuade Inuyasha to change his mind during the day – and then they’d be back among the comforts that Miroku would like to re-accustom himself to.

Or at least a meal he didn’t have to make himself.

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Miroku was feeling much less confident of the jewel’s prowess as night fell. They’d finished the last of the rabbit a few hours before, but he was still periodically sucking on the tips of his fingers as if he might find a few drops of rich tasting oil left behind. Turning to see where Inuyasha wanted to lie down, Miroku was stunned to see Inuyasha’s eyes begin to glow red.

The color turned all his complacent theories on their heads and raped them.

“No, it can’t be.”

Inuyasha stared at him as the plaintive whisper escaped and Miroku tried to smile. When crimson eyes narrowed, Miroku scrabbled backwards. A warning growl made his entire body freeze for a critical second, and he was still too close to evade as Inuyasha leapt to Miroku’s side. He was knocked flat on his back, Inuyasha looming over him, a hand on either side of his face.

Panting, he couldn’t stop a whimper. His ass didn’t hurt anymore – nothing did. Even the scratches had disappeared within an hour of his morning bathing in that wonderful water – but he didn’t want it to hurt again! What if Inuyasha didn’t stop this time? What if-

“Don’t,” he moaned softly as Inuyasha’s face came down towards his face. He waited to be flipped, fucked, the suikan torn from him roughly. The soft heat of a tongue flicked at the tip of his nose was more shocking than violence would have been.

Miroku refused to open his eyes. He didn’t want the sight of Inuyasha’s face to be associated with the actions of his youkai. And if this wasn’t over, if this continued night after night, he refused to let it affect how he responded to Inuyasha. He would not let fear guide his actions – it would only hurt Inuyasha even more.

Another teasing lick, this time over the crease of his lips, finally made him open his eyes. Inuyasha nipped lightly as his jaw and started nuzzling down the front of him, nudging aside the suikan until Miroku’s stomach and loins were completely bare. Miroku’s breath came in ragged pants.

He was terrified of the pain to come, but this was much…slower than Inuyasha had been going. It was giving his body time to anticipate the small laves against his belly, and hope for more lower down, like he’d done the first night they’d been together.

His hips tightened at the thought and Inuyasha made that strange, nearly purring growl again as he rubbed himself over Miroku’s belly and groin, pushing his legs apart to lick the insides of Miroku’s thighs. With a moan, Miroku arched towards him. Inuyasha purred louder and licked along the length of Miroku’s cock with a delicate quiver of his tongue. Then he took him into his mouth and sucked so hard and fast that Miroku came inside his mouth with a shocked cry.

Miroku lay on the ground, stunned, as Inuyasha licked him a few more times and then leaned over him again. He stared at him rather ferociously for how softly he’d been touching and crouched over him until their faces were inches away.

“Mine.”

Inuyasha kissed him once, hard, and then pushed up and headed out of the little dell they were in, towards the other side of the springs where they’d caught the rabbits earlier today.

That was it? Miroku’s brain tried to collect the pieces of himself that had scattered about along with his release. M-Maybe…was Inuyasha still hungry? He had used quite a bit of energy when he’d been…fucking Miroku senseless.

On arms that wobbled, Miroku pushed himself up to sit on his backside in the dirt. The suikan dropped down to cover him again, and he listened. Inuyasha was getting farther and farther away.

He wasn’t screwing him all over again.

It really had worked.

And now…Miroku wasn’t going to get a damn bit of sleep if he stayed here; it would be like waiting for Inuyasha to dive more deeply into his youkai and lose touch with himself. Staying here was a tacit invitation for Inuyasha to have him again.

That thought sharpened his wits like nothing else could have. There was no way Miroku was staying here. The moon was bright enough; he could find his way to Kouga’s. He’d simply make sure to stay away from Ginta or Hakkaku this time so if Inuyasha showed up, he wouldn’t act so aggressively.

It was more than a few minutes before his legs would support him properly, but Miroku had never let a little thing like post-coital limpness stop him before. He hadn’t dared. If he’d ever tried to relax in the bushes after he’d pleasured himself, and Sango had caught him, he would have begged for an easy death.

Calm seeped over him as he headed back. Walking through the quiet, the soft churur of the crickets blending with his footsteps in the pale blue-white moonlight, Miroku felt at peace for the first time in weeks. Although that brief moment in the morning when he’d lain in Inuyasha’s embrace had been close. A different type of peace, but close.

How odd.

His spirits lifted as he walked along. He sensed no demon auras anywhere nearby, and the local wildlife was sleepily rousing but not disturbing his meanderings in the slightest. If luck favored him, perhaps he wouldn’t be too late for another meal with the wolves. They ate later at the caves, what with the fires they usually had since Sango had started to civilize them a little bit.

It was so peaceful.

Humming a short chant that he’d made dirty lyrics to once when he was out drinking, he didn’t notice the change, at first. The insects grew silent. The wind picked up. And the Inuyasha-esque demonic aura that had stayed so far away…was coming closer.

Miroku cursed as he finally noticed it. Inuyasha was getting close. Damn. He started trotting. He wasn’t that far from the caves, surely? He would swear he remembered them downstream, just a few bends. If he hurried, he could get there before Inuyasha-

Buddha save him, he was almost caught up with him! How fast was he running!

Miroku stopped to look back, catching a glimpse of Inuyasha leaping over the trees and slamming back down to the ground once, then twice, and then the hanyou slammed into the ground a few feet from Miroku’s frozen body. The dust plumed into the air in a silvery cloud that settled around the both of them as Miroku swallowed nervously. He coughed and waved the dark tang from his face.

“Eh…coming to join me at Kouga’s?” he asked with an encouraging smile. Why was Inuyasha staring at him so?

A pair of freshly killed hares dropped to the ground from Inuyasha’s grip and his friend took one step towards him. The look in Inuyasha’s eyes was too much; Miroku bolted. It was stupid, and it would solve nothing, but Miroku simply knew that he couldn’t let Inuyasha do whatever it was that he was about to.

He didn’t see how he was going to stop him, but he had to try.

The thought was barely a glimmer in his mind when Inuyasha grabbed him. He scooped Miroku up from behind, bringing them both to a halt. Growling faintly – Miroku would swear he heard him say ‘mine’ again – Inuyasha sat down on the ground and Miroku found himself face down over his lap. The suikan was pushed halfway up his back to bare his ass.

Was he checking him for pregnancy again? Please…let his body still retain the scent! Miroku should have listened to Inuyasha and stayed at the damn springs tonight when he knew for certain that he was covered in the right smell. Why had he let his damnable desire for comfort and food lure him away from the protective miasma of the springs? Why-

“Ow!”

Miroku’s body rocked gently as Inuyasha slapped one cheek of his backside.

“What in Buddha’s name are you doing, Inuyasha?! Ow!”

Pain bloomed on the other cheek and Miroku squirmed madly. Inuyasha was spanking him!

“Inuyasha! Cease this ridiculous behavior this instan- ow! Do not think I will tolerate this- ow!! Inuyasha, stop!”

Inuyasha’s hand landed again, sharp and hot. Miroku writhed, trying to rise unsuccessfully as Inuyasha held him down with one hand and smacked his backside again.

Miroku could feel a painful tingle growing over the swells of his ass. It hurt, damn but it did! His cock twitched at another loud slap.

He wanted to snarl at it. Inuyasha did not need that sort of encouragement! The horny hanyou was already-

“Ow! Inuyasha!” His backside was starting to burn. “Fine! I am terribly sorry I ignored your – ow! Stop, dammit! – ow!! Your advice! I’m sorry I ignored your advice and tried to go to Kouga’s! Ow!!!”

His member was almost completely hard now. Wasn’t that a wondrous reward: the one time Inuyasha didn’t seem interested in taking him at all, and his cock decided to play the deviate.

“Ow! Enough is enough, Inuyasha! I have apologized!” Which he didn’t mean a word of, but his backside really hurt! He didn’t need a new way for Inuyasha to make it difficult for him to sit the next morning! He braced himself for the next slap and yelped as Inuyasha laid a hand over his hot backside instead.

There was a little satisfied growl, a soft caress, and Miroku found himself turned over again to stare up into Inuyasha’s eyes. He swallowed, suddenly realizing that Miroku wasn’t the only one sporting a firmer cock.

“I-Inuyasha?” He couldn’t take a spanking and being taken all night. His sanity had been stretched far enough for a lifetime with yesterday’s fiasco.

Inuyasha leaned over him and lowered him to the ground at the same time. He wasted no time in licking his fingers, biting two nails off with a loud ‘snap’ of his teeth, and slowly inserting the declawed digits into Miroku. He was more gentle than Miroku thought he’d been since they’d first met.

And he was stroking him inside, Miroku realized, his eyes rolling back in his head as Inuyasha hit the spot that always set him off.

“Inuyasha, what are you-oh my.”

Inuyasha’s free hand palmed one side of his ass, the flesh cool compared to the heat from the spanking, and he lifted Miroku’s hips up off the ground. He growled softly as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his member. Miroku couldn’t help staring at him as the hanyou entered slowly. So slowly Miroku could feel the pulse through his cock as it filled him.

His voice was high as he stared up at Inuyasha, his hips in the air, held by both hands now as his legs splayed around the hanyou. “What- What are you doing? I-I’m pregnant, r-r-remember? There’s no need…”

Inuyasha leaned forward, surging into him with a strange lack of his usual ferocity, and kissed him as he sheathed himself.

“Mine,” he said, releasing Miroku’s mouth. Miroku could only moan in response as Inuyasha began to move.

He couldn’t even manage that by the time Inuyasha finished, taking them both over the edge with smooth, lingering thrusts that wrung Miroku out like a velvet rag.

Miroku’s eyes were already closing when Inuyasha picked him up and started back towards the springs.