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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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4
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6,121
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39
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Bottoms Up!
Author’s Note: This chapter has been grammatically tweaked, hopefully for the better, thanks to Blue Leafy’s observations. Thanks to everyone for their wonderful reviews!
Disclaimer: Hell’s bum! I do not own Inu Yasha.
Damn Cheeky by FrustratedPhoenix
Chapter 3: Bottoms Up!
The fire crackled as the group of shard hunters quietly ate their evening meal. The uncomfortable silence was broken only by the occasional giggle or snicker. Miroku glared suspiciously at Kagome as the miko snorted into her handkerchief pretending to sneeze. Violet eyes narrowed in annoyance as the normally placid monk observed his companions futile attempts at avoiding eye contact. Both Inu Yasha and Shippo stared fixated into their bowls as they shoveled Ramen into their mouths. Only when their chuckles caused them to choke on their precious food did the two demons momentarily cease eating. His beloved Sango’s lips twitched as she stared into the fire unaware that her marshmallow had melted off her stick. Even Kilala was unable to hold Miroku’s gaze, and lay curled at Sango’s feet with her tails covering her eyes.
Determined to break the silence, Miroku cleared his throat and said, “Thank you, Kagome. There is nothing better than a hot meal after a long, tiring day.”
Still unable to meet Miroku’s eyes, Kagome stifled a giggle and said, “Your welcome, but there really isn’t anything to it. Ramen is very easy to make and cooks quickly.”
“Yup, no buts about it,” said Shippo, “Ramen’s the best.” The kit giggled before asking, “Is there any more? I hope we didn’t leave any behind at Granny Kaede’s.”
“Don’t be cheeky, Shippo” gently scolded Kagome. The young miko turned away from Miroku so he wouldn’t see her grin wickedly as she searched her yellow backpack. “There should be some more in the bottom of my bag.”
Inu Yasha smirked and said, “Oi, Runt! We agreed not to discuss Miroku molesting Kouga.” He snickered, “So, stop behaving like an ass or I’ll give you a smack up your backside.”
Kagome, Shippo and Inu Yasha laughed hysterically while Sango continued gazing into the fire as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Miroku’s eyebrow twitched in irritation as he abruptly stood and gruffly said, “I am so glad that my imminent death amuses my closest friends. My embarrassment can comfort you after Kouga decides to shred me into tiny pieces.”
Sango forced herself to look away from the fire. Hurriedly, she stood and grabbed the sleeve of Miroku’s robe. Her gentle voice soothed his anger as she said, “Calm down, Miroku. Just because we’re teasing you doesn’t mean we don’t care.”
“Sango…”
The slayer dropped her hand as she said, “In the end, we’re still your friends.” Sango snorted. “Give us time to put this behind us.”
Furious, Miroku turned to leave camp. As he stomped toward the forest he shouted, “I am going to meditate. Please do not disturb me.”
The aggravated monk walked until he could no longer hear the raucous laughter of his friends. Miroku lowered himself to the mossy ground and sat in the lotus position. Confused and frustrated, he allowed the solitude of the night to wrap around his jumbled thoughts. Vainly, he rubbed his temple to ease the shooting pains of a budding headache. “This is getting ridiculous. It’s been several hours since I fondled…um, accidentally brushed against Kouga’s rear end…And what a firm little…O gods! Think pure thoughts! Think pure thoughts! Sunny meadow. Green grass. Butterflies. Wildflowers. Blue Sky. Blue eyes. Naked wolf demon!”
Miroku lowered his face into his hands and groaned as he envisioned Kouga sprawled on his back upon the grass in all of the wolf’s naked, sun-kissed glory. Only when his imaginary Kouga turned onto his side and beckoned Miroku with a crooked finger and a come-hither glint in his beautiful blue eyes did the monk shake his head to clear his mind of the erotic image. But Miroku’s inner hentai refused to be subdued and conjured the image of Kouga rolling onto his hands and knees, wiggling his ass in invitation.
Engrossed in his perverted thoughts, Miroku didn’t sense the demon presence behind him. A clawed hand grabbed his shoulder. Startled out of his fantasy, Miroku swiftly turned and swung his fist.
“Damn, Monk. Pay attention to your surroundings.” said Inu Yasha as he rubbed his sore jaw.
Still sulking from the teasing earlier at the campsite, Miroku snapped angrily at Inu Yasha. “Well, you should know better than to sneak up on people in a dark forest!”
“Hey! I’m only out here because the others were worried. It was either chase after a pouting monk or listen to a harping miko.”
Miroku shouted, “I am not pouting! I have never pouted! Monks do not pout!”
“You should be grateful I…” Inu Yasha stopped his tirade to sniff Miroku. The hanyou grinned slyly. “You hentai bastard. You were thinking about that flea-bitten cur.”
“You are mistaken” lied Miroku as he backed away from the half-demon. “I was quietly meditating until you rudely interrupted.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Monk. I can smell your arousal.”
“I could have been thinking about Sango or Kagome or any other maiden.”
Inu Yasha arched an eyebrow as he looked Miroku in the eye and said, “I’ve smelt your arousal around Kouga before. So has he.”
Pink from embarrassment, Miroku glared at Inu Yasha. “Damn canine demons and their sense of smell. Shouldn’t poke your noses in other people’s business.”
“Hard to miss when you reek of it” commented the smirking dog-demon.
“I like girls.”
“Yeah, but you like guys too.”
“Oh, gods! Inu Yasha, what am I going to do?”
Inu Yasha clapped Miroku’s back and said, “I don’t know, but I’m sure it’ll be perverted.”
The half-demon ignored Miroku’s moan of embarrassment and pointedly glanced down. “Immediate problems first. Compose yourself before you return to camp. Shippo can smell it too and the little fur ball will happily blab to the girls.”
“This day just gets better and better” groaned Miroku.
“Just take care of your problem and I’ll tell the girls you’re coming…er, that didn’t sound right. I’ll tell them you want to meditate a little longer and will be back soon.”
Both males jerked their heads in annoyance toward the sounds of female voices calling out their names. “Damn those two busybodies and their compassion for others” muttered Inu Yasha.
“Shit!” uttered Miroku, “Shippo is with them.”
Their concerned companions spotted them and began quickly walking toward them. Miroku panicked and clutched Inu Yasha’s hand. “I’m not ready for this!”
Shaking his hand free from the monk’s death-grip Inu Yasha said, “Pull yourself together, Man! Do what I do when ‘Little Inu’ misbehaves.”
Miroku quirked an eyebrow. “Little Inu?”
“Idiot! Shut up and close your eyes. Now, think six little words…Kaede…naked…on a cold day.”
Miroku shuddered in horror at the image forever more ingrained upon his conscious. Traumatized, he glared at Inu Yasha and vehemently whispered, “You asshole!”
Inu Yasha smirked evilly and said, “Worked didn’t it?”
To be continued…
Author’s Note: For a long while I debated whether or not to keep the first chapter as a drabble or expand it into a longer story. Since I can’t resist embarrassing two of my favorite anime characters I’m going to continue this tale until I run out of compromising situations. For anyone curious about how I thought up this odd little tale, I was inspired by a screencap found on many Inu Yasha fan sites of Kouga standing, angrily glaring over his left shoulder. I can practically hear him screaming, “Stop staring at my ass, Monk!” Enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: Hell’s bum! I do not own Inu Yasha.
Damn Cheeky by FrustratedPhoenix
Chapter 3: Bottoms Up!
The fire crackled as the group of shard hunters quietly ate their evening meal. The uncomfortable silence was broken only by the occasional giggle or snicker. Miroku glared suspiciously at Kagome as the miko snorted into her handkerchief pretending to sneeze. Violet eyes narrowed in annoyance as the normally placid monk observed his companions futile attempts at avoiding eye contact. Both Inu Yasha and Shippo stared fixated into their bowls as they shoveled Ramen into their mouths. Only when their chuckles caused them to choke on their precious food did the two demons momentarily cease eating. His beloved Sango’s lips twitched as she stared into the fire unaware that her marshmallow had melted off her stick. Even Kilala was unable to hold Miroku’s gaze, and lay curled at Sango’s feet with her tails covering her eyes.
Determined to break the silence, Miroku cleared his throat and said, “Thank you, Kagome. There is nothing better than a hot meal after a long, tiring day.”
Still unable to meet Miroku’s eyes, Kagome stifled a giggle and said, “Your welcome, but there really isn’t anything to it. Ramen is very easy to make and cooks quickly.”
“Yup, no buts about it,” said Shippo, “Ramen’s the best.” The kit giggled before asking, “Is there any more? I hope we didn’t leave any behind at Granny Kaede’s.”
“Don’t be cheeky, Shippo” gently scolded Kagome. The young miko turned away from Miroku so he wouldn’t see her grin wickedly as she searched her yellow backpack. “There should be some more in the bottom of my bag.”
Inu Yasha smirked and said, “Oi, Runt! We agreed not to discuss Miroku molesting Kouga.” He snickered, “So, stop behaving like an ass or I’ll give you a smack up your backside.”
Kagome, Shippo and Inu Yasha laughed hysterically while Sango continued gazing into the fire as if it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. Miroku’s eyebrow twitched in irritation as he abruptly stood and gruffly said, “I am so glad that my imminent death amuses my closest friends. My embarrassment can comfort you after Kouga decides to shred me into tiny pieces.”
Sango forced herself to look away from the fire. Hurriedly, she stood and grabbed the sleeve of Miroku’s robe. Her gentle voice soothed his anger as she said, “Calm down, Miroku. Just because we’re teasing you doesn’t mean we don’t care.”
“Sango…”
The slayer dropped her hand as she said, “In the end, we’re still your friends.” Sango snorted. “Give us time to put this behind us.”
Furious, Miroku turned to leave camp. As he stomped toward the forest he shouted, “I am going to meditate. Please do not disturb me.”
The aggravated monk walked until he could no longer hear the raucous laughter of his friends. Miroku lowered himself to the mossy ground and sat in the lotus position. Confused and frustrated, he allowed the solitude of the night to wrap around his jumbled thoughts. Vainly, he rubbed his temple to ease the shooting pains of a budding headache. “This is getting ridiculous. It’s been several hours since I fondled…um, accidentally brushed against Kouga’s rear end…And what a firm little…O gods! Think pure thoughts! Think pure thoughts! Sunny meadow. Green grass. Butterflies. Wildflowers. Blue Sky. Blue eyes. Naked wolf demon!”
Miroku lowered his face into his hands and groaned as he envisioned Kouga sprawled on his back upon the grass in all of the wolf’s naked, sun-kissed glory. Only when his imaginary Kouga turned onto his side and beckoned Miroku with a crooked finger and a come-hither glint in his beautiful blue eyes did the monk shake his head to clear his mind of the erotic image. But Miroku’s inner hentai refused to be subdued and conjured the image of Kouga rolling onto his hands and knees, wiggling his ass in invitation.
Engrossed in his perverted thoughts, Miroku didn’t sense the demon presence behind him. A clawed hand grabbed his shoulder. Startled out of his fantasy, Miroku swiftly turned and swung his fist.
“Damn, Monk. Pay attention to your surroundings.” said Inu Yasha as he rubbed his sore jaw.
Still sulking from the teasing earlier at the campsite, Miroku snapped angrily at Inu Yasha. “Well, you should know better than to sneak up on people in a dark forest!”
“Hey! I’m only out here because the others were worried. It was either chase after a pouting monk or listen to a harping miko.”
Miroku shouted, “I am not pouting! I have never pouted! Monks do not pout!”
“You should be grateful I…” Inu Yasha stopped his tirade to sniff Miroku. The hanyou grinned slyly. “You hentai bastard. You were thinking about that flea-bitten cur.”
“You are mistaken” lied Miroku as he backed away from the half-demon. “I was quietly meditating until you rudely interrupted.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Monk. I can smell your arousal.”
“I could have been thinking about Sango or Kagome or any other maiden.”
Inu Yasha arched an eyebrow as he looked Miroku in the eye and said, “I’ve smelt your arousal around Kouga before. So has he.”
Pink from embarrassment, Miroku glared at Inu Yasha. “Damn canine demons and their sense of smell. Shouldn’t poke your noses in other people’s business.”
“Hard to miss when you reek of it” commented the smirking dog-demon.
“I like girls.”
“Yeah, but you like guys too.”
“Oh, gods! Inu Yasha, what am I going to do?”
Inu Yasha clapped Miroku’s back and said, “I don’t know, but I’m sure it’ll be perverted.”
The half-demon ignored Miroku’s moan of embarrassment and pointedly glanced down. “Immediate problems first. Compose yourself before you return to camp. Shippo can smell it too and the little fur ball will happily blab to the girls.”
“This day just gets better and better” groaned Miroku.
“Just take care of your problem and I’ll tell the girls you’re coming…er, that didn’t sound right. I’ll tell them you want to meditate a little longer and will be back soon.”
Both males jerked their heads in annoyance toward the sounds of female voices calling out their names. “Damn those two busybodies and their compassion for others” muttered Inu Yasha.
“Shit!” uttered Miroku, “Shippo is with them.”
Their concerned companions spotted them and began quickly walking toward them. Miroku panicked and clutched Inu Yasha’s hand. “I’m not ready for this!”
Shaking his hand free from the monk’s death-grip Inu Yasha said, “Pull yourself together, Man! Do what I do when ‘Little Inu’ misbehaves.”
Miroku quirked an eyebrow. “Little Inu?”
“Idiot! Shut up and close your eyes. Now, think six little words…Kaede…naked…on a cold day.”
Miroku shuddered in horror at the image forever more ingrained upon his conscious. Traumatized, he glared at Inu Yasha and vehemently whispered, “You asshole!”
Inu Yasha smirked evilly and said, “Worked didn’t it?”
To be continued…
Author’s Note: For a long while I debated whether or not to keep the first chapter as a drabble or expand it into a longer story. Since I can’t resist embarrassing two of my favorite anime characters I’m going to continue this tale until I run out of compromising situations. For anyone curious about how I thought up this odd little tale, I was inspired by a screencap found on many Inu Yasha fan sites of Kouga standing, angrily glaring over his left shoulder. I can practically hear him screaming, “Stop staring at my ass, Monk!” Enjoy and review.