The Setup

An Inu-yasha in the hand is worth two in the bush. What is that supposed to mean? I assume it means that Inu-yasha is worth more to Rumiko Takahashi than me as she actually owns him and makes money off of him. I, however, do not. Like as not, neither do you.

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Grr! So here's the second part. Lately it's been raining yaoi in my head, so I'm raining it on you guys! Woo hoo! Viva las plotbunnies!

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Miroku had successfully beaten Inu-yasha to a bloody pulp seven of the nine hands they had played. The two had been laughing and really quite enjoying themselves over the simple game, but the many losses had gotten to the dog-eared boy's ego. He was now sulking, looking positively pounceable in the candlelight. The ebony-haired teen was reshuffling the cards and didn't notice the sidelong glance the hanyou gave him. He shivered as he finished dealing and stood up, string ing his cramped limbs.

"Where are you going?"

"To get my jacket: I'm cold. Is that all right with you?"

"Feh. Whatever."

He got up and walked past Inu-yasha, towards the door to retrieve his jacket, but a sudden tug on his arm sent him falling backwards. He had landed in Inu-yasha's lap and in his confusion thought perhaps he had stumbled in the half-light. He blushed furiously and tried to get up, only to find the hanyou's arms viced around his waist.

"Inu-yasha could you--" he was cut off as Inu-yasha's lips pressed against his own in a soft, needing kiss. He was surprised to say the least, but he leaned into it, his eyes fluttering open as the hanyou pulled away. "What was that for?" he asked, his face flushed with embarrassment and desire.

The look on Inu-yasha's face mirrored that of the humans, and he stumbled cutely over his words, "Uh, heheh, just wanted to--to see what it would feel like to kiss."
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"Oh? So, what was it like?"

"I want to do it again, if that's okay."

He nodded slowly, and the hanyou kissed him fiercely, pushing him to the ground between the table and couch and clambering on top of him. He slid a hand slowly down the milky chest as it was revealed to him by the slow undoing of buttons. Miroku shivered under him delightfully as he ran his hands over the smooth flesh. The human shuddered more fiercely and golden eyes looked into his dark orbs in concern.

"Are you really that cold?" he was unaffected by the loss of the heater in the house, in fact, he always found it somewhat annoying that his mother always had it turned up so high.

Miroku nodded and Inu-yasha leaned down to steal another kiss, this one full of tenderness, "Forget the jacket. I'll start a fire."

In an instant, the hanyou was gone and Miroku sat up dazedly. Had that all really just happened or was he having another one of his Inu-yasha fantasies? He rose and looked down at himself. His shirt was unbuttoned and his hair was coming out of its customary bind. It was most definately real: he could still feel the gorgeous half-demons lips upon his own.

A thought re-occured to him as he stood musing. His suspicions from earlier. He walked slowly around the living room and inspected every surface, coming finally to a cabinet that held delicate crystal knick-knacks and commanded a perfect view of the room. Nestled underneath the delicate skirt of a blown-glass ballerina was a tiny surveillance camera. Miroku opened the glass door and tapped the instrument, a knowing smirk on his face. Well, if someone was going to be spying, why not give them a show?

He fully removed the tie from his hair and deposited it on an end table, letting his shoulder length tresses flow freely. He put on his best come-hither look and slowly removed his already opened shirt, tossing it carelessly aside; he ran his hands through his hair and over his exposed chest. They slid down his stomach, closer to the waistband of his pants. Then--as suddenly as he had started--he stopped and blew a kiss at the camera as he heard Inu-yasha come in from the garage.

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"Wow, I never would've expected Inu-yasha to make the first move. My money was on ecchi boy," Kouga blinked at the screen watching in disbelief as the hanyou pushed the monkish boy to the floor.

"I told you," Sesshoumaru smirked, "Now pay up, koi."

"Later," Kouga whispered huskily as he wrapped his tail around Sesshoumaru's lithe waist, bringing it under the shirt hem to tease the sensitive flesh.

The usually impassive youkai squirmed under his love's ministrations. He bit back a moan as a tan hand glided over the budding bulge in his pants; nails dug fiercely into muscular legs as he sought to regain control over his ability to speak.

"Kou, we have an audience . . . " he trailed off as the wolf demon squeezed him almost brutally through the cloth of his slacks.

"By the feel of things, you don't really seem to care. I don't think they do either."

Sesshoumaru hazarded a glance over at the two humans and found his love's words to be true: the two were involved in an intense lip-lock.

"Ban-chan . . . " Jakotsu cooed seductively, pulling back from a kiss, "You reer yer your little lie to Yasha-chan earlier? Well, you're going to make good on that now. Seeing Yasha and Miroku together makes me hot!"

"Maybe we should go home first . . . I mean, we're not alone," he glanced briefly at the two demons nestled on the bed then back at his puppy-eyed boyfriend.

"Look again Oo-aniki, I don't think they'll care."

Bankotsu took a closer look at the couple and realized that Sesshoumaru's shirt had been removed and his pants were quickly following as the two shared a searing kiss.

"Oh shit."

Kouga's hands stilled at the highly uncharacteristic oath from his stately bishounen, "What?"

"The jig is up," Sesshoumaru nearly swore again as that came out of his mouth. Clearly he had been watching too much of that ningen contraption known as TV. He pointed to the screen which clearly showed Miroku tapping the camera and beginning his teasing little dance.

"We are so fucked!" Kouga groaned; he just knew the houshi-wannabe would squeal to Inu-yasha, and then things would not be fun. Plus, the show was going to be over.

Jakotsu and Bankotsu were oblivious to this exchange both having gotten rid of most of their clothes and covered themselves with the Barbie pink blanket. Giggles and the sound of wet, sloppy kisses drifted from under its fuzzy barrier.

"Maybe not, Kou. Look, I don't think he's going to tell the baka."

The pair silently watched as Inu-yasha stoked the growing fire and Kouga restarted the removal of Sesshoumaru's sinfully tight pants.

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After the fire had begun to blaze cheerily and Inu-yasha had plunked Miroku down in front of it, the hanyou had gone off again into the dark recesses of the house. He raced up the stairs, nearly killing himself in his excitement, and burst into his room. He fumbled in a drawer for a few minutes, then grinned evily in triumph as he found his quarry. He grabbed two blankets from his bed and sped back downstairs, whistling quietly to himself; his happy delirium drove the ominous thunder from his mind. The hanyou still couldn't put his finger on just what had given him the courage to jump his yummy human friend, but damn was he ever glad it happened. The sexual tension had been steadily building between them for years, becoming thicker after his break-up with Kikyou, Queen of the Bitches a few months back. But tonight, it had become nearly unbareable.

The hanyou knew that his 'little Yasha' most likely had more to do with it than anything. Candlelight was not the thing sexually starved, pinning half-demons should be exposed to around the object of their most wicked fantasies. He took one of the blankets and wrapped it around his grateful friend and spread the other one on the floor sitting down on it with one hand tightly clenched.

"What do you have in your hand?" Miroku asked curiously, leaning coyly close to the silver-haired teen.

Inu-yasha's eyes widened, "Nothin'."

"I think . . . you're lying Inu-yasha," he reached for his hand, but soon found it out of his grasp. A second try failed as well. Pouting didn't work either, so he switched tactics. He leaned in close, letting the blanket fall off of his shoulders, and brushed his lips over one of the other's oh-so-sensitive ears. Inu-yasha leaned into Miroku, a soft sigh escaping him. Smirking in triumph, the human reached around and snatched the object from a clawed hand.

"Hey! Miroku, that was low! Give that back!"

Miroku ignored him and held the small container up to the light. His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before tossing it back to the hanyou. "Did you steal that from your brother's room?"

"No," he blushed deeply, scowling into the dancing flames, "It's mine."

"So you did set this up. Who's the ecchi now? Honestly Inu-yasha, I'm not that easy," he leaned back against the blankets sensually, completely refuting his previous statement with a sly grin.

"I already told you I didn't set this up, bouzou!" he growled, trailing off, "I just have . . . experience with this kind of stuff . . . ."

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"He what?!"

Sesshoumaru had been practically comatose as his wolf's strong hands worked the muscles in his back. Said wolf was enjoying teasing the taller teen and he was wholy unprepared for the Inu youkai's next move. Kouga found himself pinned harshly at the shoulders, looking up in confusion into angry gold eyes, eyes that had begun to faintly tinge red.

"Would you happen to know anything about this, koi?"

"About . . . what . . . ?"

He growled fiercely, pushing the shorter demon harder into the bed, snowy hair spilling off of his shoulders, "Don't play games with me Kouga. My brother just said that he's been with another male before. You'd better pray it wasn't you."

Finally recovering the ability to speak, Kouga glared up at the very pissed-off Sesshoumaru, "Please, I don't have any interest in the jerk. What the hell are you all suspicious about? It wasn't me."

Sesshoumaru relented, rolling off of Kouga with a low growl and facing away from him.

"Shou . . . what's wrong? What gave you the crazy idea that I've got a thing for your brother?"

A sigh, "I don't know, just forget it, all right?"

Kouga spooned his lover to him, resting his cheek on a pale shoulder. The other growled lowly in plea as as strong hands caressed his chest; he soon noticed Kouga's very prominent need pressing into his back. He rubbed slightly against it, bringing a strangled moan from the wolf's throat.

"Are we, okay now?" he panted slightly.

Sesshoumaru turned in his embrace and nodded.

"Good, then can we get back to what we were doing? I want to torture you some more before I get too impatient."

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Miroku sat up quickly, a wicked grin on his face, "Honto ni? Do tell."

Inu-yasha growled, moodily glaring at the blossoming flames, "It's none of your business."

"Come on! You know everyone I've been with!"

"Everyone knows who you've been with, Miroku. Every girl in school and most likely every guy."

"I have not been with every girl in school and for your information, I've never been with a guy. So there. You make me sound like some whore." He looked at Inu-yasha indignantly but the silver-haired youth only raised his eyebrows. Miroku sighed, passing his hand through his un-bound hair, "Okay, okay, so I'm a little promiscuous. But stop changing the subject! Come on, tell me! Tell me!"

Inu-yasha huffed, "I don't know why I should."

"Because," Miroku leaned forward dangerously, "I'll go home in the rain and leave you alone with this." He passed his hand over the hanyou's lap, smirking at the shiver he got in reaction.

The human was tackled to the ground before he could blink, and he looked up at Inu-yasha who leaned over him, panting, face half in shadow. He knew he wasn't going anywhere and he shivered at the realization that he didn't mind in the slightest.

"Feh, nice try houshi-sama. Leave if you want, but I won't be the only unsatisfied one here," to emphasize his point, Inu-yasha pressed his lower body into that of the human's chuckling at the sharp gasp that escaped his kissable lips. Using this to his advantage, Inu-yasha recaptured those lips and slipped his tongue between them, running it over Miroku's even teeth, memorizing every inch of his mouth. Miroku moaned into the kiss and the hanyou chuckled inwardly, content to spend the night ravishing the boy in his arms by the light of the dancing flames.

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"Where the hell were you all weekend?"

Sesshoumaru had not said one word to him the whole morning and Inu-yasha was way past snapped, not that he had minded being alone with Miroku all weekend . . . . He watched in disbelief as his full-demon brother parked his car and got out without even glancing at him. Inu-yasha scrambled after him, following the unmistakeable figure of Sesshoumaru in the crowd to their group's usual meeting spot.

"You bastard! Come back here! I'm talking to you!"

By the time he caught up, Sesshoumaru was already sitting next to Kouga on a low concrete wall and not engaging in the conversation the wolf youkai was having with their four other friends. Kouga smirked as Inu-yasha came up. This was hardly out of the ordinary, but Inu-yasha found himself more annoyed than usual.

"I can't believe you guys all backed out on Friday! We'd had that planned for weeks!"

"Why do you care? It looked to me like you enjoyed yourself enough without us," Kouga gave the mystified Inu-yasha a sly, fanged grin.

"What are you--"

"Ohaiyo minna-chan!" Inu-yasha's next question was cff aff as Miroku came trotting up, managing, the hanyou noticed, to look like a walking streak of sex even in their dorky uniform.

"Hey Miroku," Inu-yasha grinned at his friend, looking happier than he had in a long time; Jakotsu noticed, glaring at a clueless Miroku.

"Yasha-chan!" Jakotsu tackled Inu-yasha who was distracted by Miroku and fell over under the weight of the psychotic human. "You know," he purred, "It's not too late to dump the houshi. I promise you I'm much yummier!"

"Nani?!" Inu-yasha's eyes nearly fell out of his head and he looked up at Miroku who looked back at him innocently. Growling, he pushed the human off of him and glared at the circle of boys, "Someone is going to tell me right now what's going on!"

Houjo cracked like an egg thrown off of the Empire State building.

"Sesshoumaru-san set up a surveillance system in your house! Onegai, don't kill us! I didn't see anything! It wasn't my idea!"

"Sesshoumaru . . . " Inu-yasha growled dangerously claws ready to rip the impassive youkai to pieces, but he was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder, "Miroku, what--"

Miroku shook his head, "Inu-yasha, the whole thing was orchestrated by your brother to get us together. Really, I think we should thank him; neither of us ever would've had the guts to make a move on our own."

Inu-yasha was dumbstruck, "You knew? You were in on it too?"

"No, I discovered it later, having suspected ever since the power cut out, Hiten's handiwork, ne? I decided it wasn't really essential to tell you."

"Miroku you . . ."

This time a struggling Inu-yasha was held back by Kouga, Miroku just laughed and kissed the hanyou's nose, before being tackled by Jakotsu with murder in his eyes. The houshi-in-training was rescued by Bankotsu while Hiten looked on laughing so hard he fell over.

"Hiten-san? Are you all right?" Houjo leaned over the hysterical lightning demon his expression thoughtful, "You're turning as red as your pretty eyes. I have the very thing for fevers . . . ."

He began rummaging in his backpack but Hiten's laughter stopped as abruptly as it had started, "Shit Houjo! You're playing for the other team too! Gah! All of my friends are gay!"

"That just means more women for you doesnt' it?" Miroku reason, winking at his fellow pervert.

Hiten had been in the process of distancing himself from a blushing, stammering, and protesting Houjo; he grinned back, "Guess you're right, Miroku."

Noticing the group had finally calmed down, Sesshoumaru spoke up for the first time, "By the way little brother, you never did say whom it was you had sex with."

"Huh?" Inu-yasha was sitting on the grass next to Miroku, having forgiven him for not telling him about the camera.

"You'd said you'd had experience with males. Who was it? And don't lie, you know I can smell it when you do."

"Oh that? It was Houjo."

Seven people-shaped holes were found later that day. The administration never did capture the vandals.

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Okay . . . so how was it? Funny? Stupid? Mustard flavored? Didn't think it would be innocent little Houjo, didja? Meh, I always figured he was in denial about his okama tendencies that innocence is all just an act to reel in the bishies! Oh! What'd ya think of uke Sesshie! Heh, I really like the pairing of Sess/Kouga, no mater who's on top! What could be yummier than two gorgeous youkai screwing each other silly? Well, that's all for now, love it? Hate it? Let me know!
Soul~chan